Porch Pirate's Lament

Just a bunch of thieves!!!

Porch Pirates’ Lament

In the Shadows of Convenience

In the quiet hours when the moon hangs low, Porch pirates

emerge, their shadows aglow.

They prowl like ghosts, eyes gleaming with greed, Feeding on

parcels, sowing a wicked seed.

Under the moon’s silver veil, they pirouette, Their steps silent,

hearts hardened by regret.

FedEx and UPS—their unwitting partners— Deliver

treasures, unaware of the dangers.

Boxes piled high, like sunken treasure chests, Each one a

mystery, a secret quest.

They snatch and vanish, like whispers in the wind, No moral

compass to guide them, no remorse pinned.

• A child’s birthday present wrapped with ribbons and

laughter, A toy car, a dollhouse—the promise of hereafter.

• But the pirate cares not for innocent delight, Only the

thrill of theft, the shadows of night.

• They steal from the elderly A vial of hope,

A lifeline in liquid, a fragile rope.

• Yet the porch pirate scoffs, ignorant and blind, To the

trembling hands that await their find.

The porch, once adorned with anticipation, Now bears the

scars of their heartless invasion.

Empty spaces, like missing teeth in a smile, A void where

trust once bloomed, now defiled.

And so they sail, these thieves of convenience, Their moral

compass lost in the fog of pretense.

A large segment of society, chasing shadows, Their own

needs eclipsing compassion’s meadows.

But listen closely, porch pirates, to the wind’s lament: The

stolen gifts echo, their absence felt.

For every package snatched, a heartache blooms, And karma,

like a tide, will reclaim your ill-gotten rooms.

May our porches be sanctuaries, not battlegrounds. May

kindness prevail over shadows.