Maybe you can start writing songs about what it's like to be burgled and how it ruins lives. I got burgled three times and I know is sucks. The first time was by some kids who lived just a couple of doors away. Their father had shown them how to break in because their house was exactly the same as the rest in our street. 

They did get busted for quite a few burglaries, but what finally did them in was a car wreck. The eldest kid had been drinking one night and he was driving his father when he crashed into an oncoming truck. The father was killed outright, but the kid moved his dad into the driving seat and told the cops that his dad had been driving. The cops didn't buy it and he was sent to jail. I hope he's still there.

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All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster

And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...