Hood

 

 

 

HOOD

 

Robin Hood

you aren’t

I see

them come

they go

 

I close

on you

and them

in and out

day ‘n night

 

you kick

me open

every time

except

the other night

 

when gentle

you rubbed

on me

with this

pretty gal

 

she was

so sweet

and was

so scared

coming

 

I looked

away

when she

was leaving

why?

 

What

did you do

to her you

heartless

bastard?

 

They rammed

me of the frame

the other night

took you

to jail.

 

I lay here

bullet

ridden

I cannot

leave

 

this hood.

 

I am

a beaten

crack-house-door

opening

no more.

helmut s. 98

…and have a most beautiful day, every day!