Given A Llicense With Rights To Thieve Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't know why it should now come,
To bother me.
That so many believe,
They've been given a license...
With rights to thieve.
And experience always teaches,
What is taken dishonestly...
Pays no just rewards.

But those perceiving they have achieve,
Greater heights by theft...
Usually become the ones frightened,
That their appetites have taken a last bite.
With a pacing done on a floor...
In the wee hours beyond midnight.

I don't know why it should now come,
To bother me.
That so many believe,
They've been given a license...
With rights to thieve.
As I find I am the one who can not sleep,
While others are pacing their floors...
Seeking new and fresh ways to deceive.