What goes around comes around

I can't believe I let myself slip like this

I forgot to shut and lock the window

I had opened it earlier because it was stuffy

And, I needed some fresh air.

Now look at me, I am a victim of burgurly.

Someone actually came into my house and robbed me.

I would have never thought in a million years this would happen to me

I like my house in order

Things are everywhere now

All of the place.

There goes a box of pictures of all the women I dated

They are scattered everywhere.

I had forgot about few of them, anyway.

The police aren't going to do anything

They are probobaly saying "my dumbass should have closed the window."

What's crazy is that I know who did it.

I called my mom and told her about it.

She quickly reminded me of what goes around, comes around

Suddendly, I remembed all of the houses I robbed.

I didn't know any better though

It was the cook thing to do then, all of my friends did it

I couldn't get caught being in a house and not robbing it

I really did take much,

I just has [sic] the place.

Now, I know how it feels 

And, it hurts bad!

Wakeel

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