ROBERT THE ROAD
Robert was born
A son of a wanderer
Child of the night
Stole for his life
To earn his keep
Street imp and scamp
Ladies in his life
Around the red light
His mother to daisies
Knife in hand
Money to pocket
Drunk to the patch
Constable to trail
Life on the run
Death on the corner
Horse under saddle
Sixteen in the summer
Hooves to the road
Banging at night
Flashing behind
Balls in the air
Ground to face
Blood on the air
Dried on the road
Jail for first meal
Sweating to the robe
Swinging the sunset
Sixteen never seen
Childhoods end
A horses decree
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