Watch as the brown and mangy rats scurry down the street
They enter your clean home ad leave it not so neat
You return and everything is gone, they took it all
Run, run , run to town hall
Plead your cause to the city
They shall take pity
Though your life will be found, your items will not
You will find no value in things that are bought
Sentimental value yes, but never worth a dollar
Money is a symbol for mans greed and a way to make others seem smaller
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