I got bored but dont have anything to write so I will post one of my recently completed poems. I have one more complete and working on another.
I know this subject wont be of many of my reader's liking, but eh, if you dont like this one, I got plenty more where it came from. I think I have 189 poems now.
TATA for now
185. NO Billy the Kid
6-24-2010
Jonathan
The year was 1834
I heard a loud banging on my door
I get up and put on my fur
A banging at the door again, it was a messenger
A young man, holding a lantern hands me a note
Using the light of the lantern, I read what was wrote
In pendmenship of an educated man
I was shocked, had to read again
Your survice is needed upon request
If you choose to accept, there is no time for rest
You will be paid in gold
I need you to kill in stone cold
Billy the Kid has struck again
This must come to an end
Shooting up the Moonlight saloon
I hand the young messenger two cents
He thanked me before he went
I slipped on my black leather cloak
Taking my gun off the rack, I broke
Skillfully heading down to the saloon
Hopefully I will find that goon
Billy the Kid will be no more
I will break him to his core
The night is quiet and so am I
Peering around corners with my keen eyes
My ears hearing only that of the wind and little creatures
Looking for a man of young features
I’ve been caught in a crossfire before
Knocking on heaven’s door
I always desire
Living on the edge, want to be admired
Never drew first gun
If I see The Kid in the sun
That bastard will be done
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