The prologue would say
sorry I don't have my writings
as they were stolen that very day
this was not to come out in verse
pretty childish too the structure
or do they all sound like this
we were robbed passports and all
my brother and I
honestly I can say
we let our guard down
one time is all it takes
I could paint a pretty tale
where the mafia took our belongings
whilst we shopped for new ones
but I guess i would lie
just a couple of junkies
after all begging don't work
ask the gypsies
little bony boy with an accordion
mother waddles behind baby on bosom
sent back packing home
only they return before long
re-take things from the next car
with foreign plates