Trouble seeks and trouble finds.
Trouble ties and trouble binds.
Chained in bondage you are caught.
Artful Dodger you are not.
You are trapped when Trouble knocks.
Promethius strapped to a rock.
Then Trouble takes you on parade.
People jeer and screech your name.
Forced to face them, one and all.
Put on trial, Trouble calls
the jury, quite a motley crew.
But the judge my dear,
the judge is you.
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