Baretta Poems - Poems about Baretta

...All me life I’ve been a bushman who lived mostly in a city with dodging cars and sleazy bars and no-one showing pity. A city is a concrete jungle, divvied by ribbons of tar, and everyone must watc......Read the rest...

...back in the day where hustlers stayed there were those very afraid he was born in the gutter his momma was a vamp selling her junk in the trunk of a car up all night slept all day he was blown from......Read the rest...

...A dog has been hit, flattened by a truck The driver speeds away The Mystery Machine is in the vicinity we are in luck Scooby Doo on a leash, to show he's not a stray Shaggy's Liverwurst Peanutbut......Read the rest...