Welcoming of the weak-willed,
The great call to arms,
To the hungry from the Thieves Guild.
They wear suits because they have to.
He invites you because he wants you
To cut costs where he sees fit,
There’s a reason that they all quit.
‘Wear comfortable shoes,
you’ll be on your feet all day’.
They’ll drag you off to god knows where,
And soon they’ll see the way
You behave now once exhausted;
So Foolish and weak.
You’ll get down on your knees
And beg for the life
They’ve so boldly told you is theirs.