Lodged in the den of a lion, nursed by a wolf, nurtured by a shark
A devil dried my tears from cryin. over my head put a roof, took me from the dark
Presents from a thief, tender care from a ruffian, selfless charity from a brute
Angelic relief, a chameleon protean, an outlaw with charity as his root
A smuggler, dealer of cocaine, a trafficking mogul from the isles
A real estate juggler, top dog in the drug domain, bought hearts with his smiles
In the hurricane gave generators to the poor, fed those in need, lent me his hand
From use he did abstain, never swore, always did a good deed, a bad ship by a good captain manned
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- Comment from author about the poem: Rented from a man I latter found out was a major drug lord. He rented to me on a phone call, without references, no credit check, no deposit, left the key under the mat without ever seeing me, didn't ask any money up front came by a month latter for the rent, installed what I asked for in the newly remodeled house no questions asked. Best landlord I ever had. Later found out he handed out a semi full of generators to people hit by hurricane Andrew in Miami. Outlaw/Hero
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Personally I believe that the ugliest people in the world were actually nurtured by the very good ones, and those less fortunate and with more experience of the ugliest up bringing are the kindest. That is what I have observed in my life. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy for the review. It is funny how things alternate and how one begets another. One's experience often makes a mark on one's behavior. Your words are most appreciated my friend.
An excellent and powerful write my friend
Thanks so much Norman for the read and comment it is as always most appreciated and valued
most welcome, much enjoyed read
Good write SB.
Any more food ideas for KP? Variations on her sewage diet?! lol.
Thanks Orchi sure salmonella and botulism are running a special this week. Appreciate the read my friend.
Never judge someone. Maybe he was doing so good drug dealing, he didn't need the rent but needed the house rented.. lol haha. Great write!
Thanks so much for the read and comment your words mean a great deal to me and are most valued
Wow this is a powerful biography of a"good guy" who did some not so good things.But aren't we all a bit like that.A mixture of good and not so good.There is a lot to think about in this one.Welll done compadre
Thanks so much David for the read and comment yes you are right none of us are perfect it is just a matter of degree and in even the worst of us there is some good.
Some people see the job they're doing as their job.
Is it outside the law, probably, does that mean they'll screw you in business, seems not.
A bit of Robin Hood me thinks, which beats the used car saleman anytime.
Thanks so much Paul for the read and interpretation yes I would have to agree there can be character dignity and values even in the worst jobs.
There’s a hard paradox here—dark trades wrapped around a strange, undeniable grace.
Feels like a man split in two… sinner by his deeds, but savior in the moments that mattered.
Thanks so much Thomas and indeed he was. Wanted by the FBI, DEA, IRS a hero to the people. What does that say?
Makes one reconsider what contemporary Robin Hooding is like🕊️🙏🏻
Soren, this really moved me. What stays with me is that this isn't simply a poem about contradiction...it's about a real encounter with someone who challenged easy assumptions. Your note about the landlord adds tremendous weight because the kindness wasn't theoretical. You experienced it directly, then later learned the rest of the story. The result is a poem that refuses simple answers and asks us to wrestle with the complexity of human beings. Powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much my friend your interpretation goes to the heart of the poem and sees beneath the veneer. It is a real story of a man on a simple phone call looking for a house to rent when I was new in town with no credit or references without hesitation or questions said move in the key is under the mat and I'll fix up what you need. Over a year latter when I came home from work to asked into my own house by Two heads of the FBI, two heads of the DEA and two head officers of the IRS out of Atlanta and told that my phone had been taped for over a year. Told them that the guy was a wonderful guy but I didn't know where he was. He was on America's most wanted and later caught escaped and after a year or two was caught again.
Interesting Background to the Poem.
'None so strange as Folk', as they say.
Thanks Kevin for the read and comment they are most appreciated
Love the way this flows. A fine writer.
Thanks so much Tom good to hear from you again your words are most appreciated
More than welcome, my friend.
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