Those eyes in the sky record all transactions,
Revealing the truth by stripping distractions.
The rules are not fair regardless of who cares,
Sorry is the fool who dares to defy the stares.
One has to ask can I escape before they review,
And locate the moment this foolproof plan blew.
They who have come only to win will simply lose,
If their eyes were open this would not be news.
A great sucking sound accompanies lost fortune,
For each mendicant excommunicated sans portion.