Ode to Robert

I know a man that does not judge others.
He likes to ride dirt bikes,
and get drunk with his brothers.

A good ol' boy from deep down south.
Who'll bust you quick,
if your running your mouth!

Don't get me wrong, his heart his gold.
He had had more women
than Hefner I am told.

Every now and again for a change of pace
you can find him
at a Gulfport drag race.

He's great with his hands, good with a shank;
That's our short fat buddy,
but we just call him Tank.

He's a friend when you need him
and when you don't,
none supercede him.

He's just a good guy after all,
so who cares
if he's three feet tall.