
Vandals in the attic
Stealing my thoughts
Reaping my gold
Slowing me down
Wearing my crown
Laughing at me
Waiting for me to get old
Pointing their weapons
The ones I sold
Sharpening their teeth
Waiting to meet me
Greet me?
I can throw rocks
Concrete blocks
They think it’s static
Vandals in the attic
No panic
I have rats in the basement
And other ailments