I don't know why it should now come, <br />To bother me. <br />That so many believe, <br />They've been given a license... <br />With rights to thieve. <br />And experience always teaches, <br />What is taken dishonestly... <br />Pays no just rewards. <br /> <br />But those perceiving they have achieve, <br />Greater heights by theft... <br />Usually become the ones frightened, <br />That their appetites have taken a last bite. <br />With a pacing done on a floor... <br />In the wee hours beyond midnight. <br /> <br />I don't know why it should now come, <br />To bother me. <br />That so many believe, <br />They've been given a license... <br />With rights to thieve. <br />As I find I am the one who can not sleep, <br />While others are pacing their floors... <br />Seeking new and fresh ways to deceive.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/given-a-llicense-with-rights-to-thieve/
