A Very Good Bad Habit

Duke, my friend, was a good man
the courtyard didn’t know.
Yes, he was American,
his accent told you so.

His accent told you so,
of his good when he can,
the people he would owe,
And those from whom he ran.

And those from whom he ran,
he would rob for his meal.
He didn’t need a plan,
He would act out his skill.

He would act out his skill
To nicely feed the poor
He had died of goodwill.
He’s a good thief for sure.

Leonell

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