Modern Day Robin Hood
Meet My Robin "Hood"
"Hood" being the key word, the
man who is a saver of souls
lacking passion and adventure,
Robin "Hood" swept me off my
couch where I had grown roots,
eatin' chips n cookies n
icecream,
Watchin' re-runs of Atlanta
housewives and sex in the city,
He took me out into his forest,
"Hood" full of broken dreams
patched up with cash from
crack sales,
Escalades, and weekend
getaways to the Ramada, to do
what?
Count Cash, Watch His stash,
and live like a queen out of a
box,
To be his outlet for satisfying
his desire for something
innocent and pure,
Untainted by the world in its
greed and lust,
Only to outpour his greed and
lust on me,
And He loves me with such
passion,
the passion most young girls
seek after in their first quests
for love anew,
My Robin "Hood" Loves me
entirely, He consumes me,
He loves my collard greens and
hamhocks,
My cornbread and crawfish
pots,
I love his hair, his smile, his
smell,
The way he knows how to relax
me and make my heart swell,
Robin "Hood" has stolen my
heart and only my heart can go
with him,
My mind and body lay limp and
distraught still on that
checkerboard couch,
With the half-eaten bag of
chips and a spoon of butter
pecan icecream,
His scent still lingers here but
he is long gone,
Off to rob the rich in beauty
and innocence, and give it to
the poor in moralistic value and
quality of life,
Although the ride was
exhilarating, I got off at the
closest stop home,
No More robbing me Mr. Robin
"Hood".
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