Young Robert was quite lazy and did much to avoid work
 
Many hung around him, yet most thought him a real jerk
 
Young Robert’s looks brought him some attention and fifteen minutes of fame
 
Young Robert had nothing else of substance, no other honor to claim
 
Young Robert would steal for profit, or pocket an item for sport
 
Young Robert would tell great lies and even perjure himself openly in court
 
Young Robert covers his emptiness with silk linings and patches his holes with purple labels
 
Self proclaimed 'the Great One' hero of tall tales and magnificent fables
 
Young Robert values old friends like the immortals value life
 
Young Robert cheats in business like he cheats on his gullible wife
 
Young Robert’s big house is empty, with nice cars in the drive
 
Greed is what sustains him and gluttony keeps him alive
 
If you dine with Young Robert, you’ll oft have to pick up the check
 
In business he’s no better, his work you must carefully inspect
 
Young Robert says there is no God in Heaven and surely not here on the Earth
 
His pockets are swollen with borrowed money, but his life has no meaning or worth                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    