My name is simple name, sort of like Sam I am. Only a little bit better.
I remember when I was young my mom bought me a sweater.
It was engraved with yellow stitching and v neck.
It was so eye catching i had a car wreck.
That was the day I become Robert Peckerham.
Dare I scream my name 3 times, Robert Peckerham.
Robert Peckerham.
Robert Peckerham.
Robert Peckerham.
Okay, maybe 4.
This is quit a profound piece. You should be published! I really love the bright images that you put forth when you say engraved with yellow stitching. And the shear sadness that I feel about the car wreck. This person obviously leads a troubled life. LONG LIVE ROBERT PECKERHAM!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LONG LIVE ROBERT PECKERHAM!