Public Enemy
A young 12 year old, with the taste for Alcohol
Police wherever he’d go, on him like Enthral
He would bag for money all the time like a Bum
Yet it was weird cause fun was all he Wanted
He acted out for the money, he wasn’t Getting
Police had to step in, to stop him from Spitting
He got out of control, even for police to Handle
I was told he would calm down with a Candle
His parents would get upset, even on his Behalf
They knew something was to happen on his Behalf
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As he traveled, he came to notice a harder Road
He felt drawn in, as he couldn’t find out the Code
He barnstormed, lots, yet he wasn’t smart Enough
As he went on to each city he felt like a big Laugh
Every time he saw kids they’d giggle & point at Him
No one could understand him, such a troubled Sin
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Back in town his mom & dad felt so worried for Him
They’d wondered where he’d been, through out the Days
Always hoping he never got into even more Trouble
His life was coming up short, soon to pop like a Bubble
Gladly he fell upon a man, which cared for his Condition
Helped him out and in time he got better in Transition
The End...