Claimer: This is my poem, and no one may use it without permission.
A/N: I did this right after I got home from school. I noted that someone stole money from my locker, and I don't give my combo to anyone, so that damn human being's gonna pay when I find them.
A/N: Since this is actually about me, and it's not fanfiction, I'm gonna say Frieza's saying this poem. Meh. It fits him. He's a bad guy. Bad guy cussing. All about it. Okay, don't read any more. Get on with the poem.
Stealing
You gonna get what's coming to you,
Gonna get a good damn whacking.
To steal is wrong to do,
Like a robber does sacking.
You must be wrong and immoral,
Born without a heart
As in crap from a bull,
That's what you are.
You stole from me,
You damn person.
I hope you see
The evil in your work done.
That's the one mistake you made in your head,
Because pretty soon – you'll be dead.