Some mustacio’d pistachio thief
Stole into my living space
And much to my disbelief
My nuts have vanished without a traceI wanted to find him, to give chase
But I didn’t know where to start
My mind a bullet, my thoughts race
In my chest is a broken heartFor I cannot bear to be apart
From my favorite shelled green seed
For I love to have them a-la-carte
My desire goes past want to needI guess I will have to concede
That my stash is gone forever more
Since I do not have any lead
I’ll suck it up, and go to the store.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Shame on The Universe 
What do you think?