No Place Is Home Poem by Dorsey Baker
No Place Is Home
He wears a mask
carries a big ugly gun
He makes a habit of breaking the law
Unknown is his name
Unknown is his face
he live his life on the run
He is somewhere in the street
His whereabouts unknown
When you choose to become a criminal
No place is home
Friday, April 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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4/26/2024 2:06:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Criminal! ! ! Breaking the law. Thanks for sharing.