I heard tell of Jeraboam Balthazar
A meaner son of a bitch there never was
He terrorised the saloon bar patrons
With his wild tales of the Indian wars
In the Whisky Palace he ranted and he raved
He claimed he was born upon the comet
That crossed the skies back in thirty five
But most said that was the whisky talking
It used to put him in a trance
And old Jeraboam would start to musing
As he slowly pissed his pants
Sally Byron she ran the cathouse
On the edge of that rundown town
Old Jeraboam would come a calling
After a bout of getting his rot gut down
She used to be quite the lady
'til the pox scarred up her face
Now she hides among the shadows
A woman like her should know her place
And folks would avoid her just like the plague
When she went shopping for some wares
It was the colour of her money
That the shopkeepers didn't care
Now the moon is rising on the great plains
And the stars begin to shine
Soon Jeraboam is drunk and weaving
And almost out of his skull f*cked mind
For the whisky finally has left it's hard mark
Across his red and swollen face
He's just a shadow of what he once was
Before he stumbled into this backwater place
Now time is calling in its markers
it's time to pay his final dues
For death has come to claim him
As he falls deeper into the blues
They found him laying in the gutter
Face turned up towards the sky
Now Jeraboam won't come a calling
And the townfolk give a gentle sigh
They finally buried him without the glory
Left him rotting in a pauper's grave
I guess the moral to this story
Is liquor ain't the road to take to be saved...
A contest entry
- Anything you wish by thepoetssoul.
1000 points, ended September 7, 2008, 14 entries
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550 points, ended May 30, 5 entries
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Comments
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Liquid courage runs rampant at least until death comes calling from one sip too many. I like this story. It had me enthralled from beginning to end. Thank you for entering.
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Excellent rhythm and rhyme in this piece, and the story it tells is raw. The sad thing is that this story is probably not fictional to some poor soul. This is a good piece, but since it has already been entered in another contest, I'll have to remove if from mine. Feel free to enter another, though.
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This is a fantastic piece of poetry here
Exellent lyrics very amuzing to say the least.
Wonderful rhyme and flow throughout also.
And an exellent ending to your lyrics
Best of wishes to you.
Tony
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