My dream job poem

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The money is green, but theft is obscene!

We stop the theft, before they have left.

We put them behind bars, before they steal out parts for cars.

Asset protection managers may sound easy to avoid, just ask the criminals behind bars named Jeff, Lester, or Floid.

On our chest there is no brass, but beware: we will catch your A**.

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