Neither Saints Nor Sinners
His name is Robert
We call him Bob
He drinks
He smokes
On Friday
Dresses like Red Sox
On Saturday
Like Patriots
On Sunday night
He watches ****
On Monday morning
He misses work
On Tuesday
Works sixteen hours
The same program
Until Friday
When He dresses like
Red Sox
And the next day
Like Patriots
His name is Bob
And so what
Names are overrated anyway
He's neither sinner
Nor a saint
Living a life
Day to day
That never starts
And never ends...
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