Buddy Bee Anthony

Silver Star - 3,510 Points (Portland Oregon)

Prince.(Philip Robb) - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

There once was a young man named Phil
He'd walk straight out your store
without paying the bill
His nickname was Robb
He was a one-man mob
Word on the street

he was a thief of high repute
make no mistake
He'd pillage your loot
He stole fast funny cars
He took from musicians
their gold-cased guitars

He snuck off with valuables
lock-picked from boxes
He offloaded furs
made from ermine and foxes
Phil was unique
He'd shout as he'd speak
He took his free-base
though he didn't play ball
He'd smoke til flat broke
and another police call
But at the scene of the crime
no Phil would they find
Only a plastic container
once holding a pill
The color of blow

Phil was white as fresh snow
But he'd bleed you
black as disaster

Buddy Bee Anthony

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 5, 2017

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