You liked what was mine
So you took it in no time.
You say I should not wine.
That all will be just fine.
Though you stole every line.
So wine I do not.
For my work you got.
The price is a lot.
My temper all a little to hot.
Now in prison you rot.
Wishing you had not got caught.
My compassion you sought.
Though it was all for naught.
For me to punish you, you never thought.
Though this lesson to you I taught.
It was me who put you behind bars.
So you could not see the stars.
Or even the plant Mars.
Do to my poem on Cars.
Now your life is filled with scars.
Blame me not for your mistake.
All because you were fake.
And now with nightmares do you wake.
Begging forgiveness for your own sake.
But my will you will not break.
You want me to wipe clean your slate.
Now your own work do you create.
If only to show that you have gone strait.
Though I say to trust you I shall wait.
For me you shall never again bait.
I shall not be made your pawn.
Not even if at dawn
You beg on my lawn.
For this line I have drawn.
No more shall your evil from me spawn.
For now you know the price you must pay.
No more shall your hands cause such fray.
No more shall thefts games shall you play.
Nor in that prison cell shall you lay.
Or so that is what you pray.
Remember well this lesson learned.
For your freedom once more have you earned.
How well within you those bridges are burned.
And the family that you have so yearned.
Now pray that your life has indeed turned.
Or remember that this again you will face.
For if being a theft is what you do embrace.
Then you know all to well not your true place.
Hidden away from gods holy grace.
To remain for ever within that dark place.