The Car Jacker's Plight Poem

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With stealth and skill, he struck at night,
A shadow in the moon's dim light,
A master of his cunning trade,
A car jacker, unafraid.
He'd slip into the driver's seat,
No lock could keep him from his feat,
With silent ease, he'd take control,
And vanish into shadows' role.
But one dark eve, his luck ran thin,
A car he chose had tricks within,
A trap was set, he met his match,
A sudden click, a blaring screech.
Alarms blared loud, lights flashed bright,
As he scrambled to take flight,
But sirens wailed, the chase was on,
His heart raced fast, his hope was gone.
Through narrow streets and alleys tight,
He raced with all his desperate might,
But fate had other plans in store,
A dead-end street, a locked-up door.
The police closed in, no way out,
He was caught, without a doubt,
Handcuffed, arrested, his run was done,
His days of crime had come undone.
And as he sat in that jail cell,
He pondered on his life of hell,
A cautionary tale so clear,
Of crime's price, he now must bear.
So, heed this tale, all would-be thieves,
Crime's allure, illusive gleams,
For in the end, it's just a snare,
A fleeting thrill, a life unfair.