An Intruder
A train horn breaks the silence
A siren whirs in the distance
In the darkness of the night
all he sees is black and white
Everyone in the house’s asleep
A stranger lurks about. He creeps
Looking for what he can hock
a TV, a stereo, a ring, a rock
A man invades a sacred place
We never saw his filthy face
Made little noise crossing the carpet floor
He left wide open our front door
An Intruder, a guy, a criminal sort,
broke into my castle, my home, my fort
He took some objects. Quite a few.
Do you think this could ever happen to you?
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