Bitter and twisted...
Till now resisted... In verse to vent spleen! Bitter and twisted... The reason you'll glean! Through forced window pane, Home burgled once more! Crime victim...again... No wonder I'm sore! An outrage, disgrace... Nothing sacrosanct! Violation of space... My chain again yanked! Cash cannot return All heirlooms insured! Oh! how I so yearn... This bile to be cured! We're winning crime war... Proclaimed with great glee! A cynic's guffaw... From little ol' me! Who is kidding who? Pure cloud cuckooland! Were this but half true... It would be just grand! Crooks on a big roll... Can't we stem the tide? Crime out of control... On our long, bumpy ride! With that off my chest... As much anger abates! So much are we blessed... A bright future awaits!
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