133. Rosie Roberts

I was sick, but more than that, I was mad

At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life.

So I wrote to the Chief of Police at Peoria:

«I am here in my girlhood home in Spoon River,

Gradually wasting away.

But come and take me, I killed the son

Of the merchant prince, in Madam Lou’s,

And the papers that said he killed himself

In his home while cleaning a hunting gun

Lied like the devil to hush up scandal,

For the bribe of advertising.

In my room I shot him, at Madam Lou’s,

Because he knocked me down when I said

That, in spite of all the money he had,

I’d see my lover that night.»



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