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Billy The Kid's Revenge

In abounding adoration, I had come this far to see
if your alibi was worthy or was it filled with apathy
but your cliched conversation and your comatose reply
told me you were debonair, but that your story was a lie.
Well, my wound was not that fatal, meaning I would be around
to pronounce your imperfections to the denizens of town,
irrevocably excited by the prospect of a fight
they would drink their beer and whiskey and lament into the night.
Well, I never could speak Spanish, so my mistranslation stood
and the muse that I call Sandra, she did everything she could.
Yes, you were nonchalant the way you tried to set the scene,
with nostalgic oxymorons that you smashed to smithereens.
Your pestilence was on display for all that did reside
outside the sanitarium, screaming at the doomed inside.
The padre, he stole silently to subjugate your wrath
with his tomes and songs and tragedies, his declensions and his math.
Just to end the tawdry travesty, yes I shot you in the street  
on a mighty whim. then waited -- saw you writhe and heard you bleat.

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  • ea silver member
    March 17, 2009

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    full of feeling . funny what you did with the word bank. Happy St. Paddy's to you, too.


  • Albrecht Duracell
    March 15, 2009

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    After reading the gold entry I'm convinced you've got the superior product and got ripped. My condolences. Sorry dude.


    • celticwarrior
      March 15, 2009
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      My brother -- thanks for the condolences, but heigh-ho silver ain't bad.

      Mac


  • Ann45
    March 8, 2009
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    wonderful. heheheh a woman of little words ha ha ha


  • just mercedes gold member
    March 2, 2009

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    Wow! This poem rocks! Strips the legendary Wild West to a bleat in the street, and weaves a surrealistic picture of events, peopled with a muse named Sandra who speaks Spanish, a padre thief, the sanitorium as the enclave of the sane, and my favourite part 'nostalgic oxymorons that you smashed to smithereens'

    Best of luck in the contest.


    • celticwarrior
      March 2, 2009
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      I know people like Billy the Kid -- you'd really like them. My brother's got a ranch in Cedar Creek, Texas. I'm glad you liked the poem, my friend.

      Mac


  • August Starlight gold member
    March 2, 2009

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    Wow, that was really good, and you made it rhyme too. Great take on the words. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for entering and good luck.


  • apoeticinjustice gold member
    March 2, 2009
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    a very interesting story...great use of the word list. well done.
    Rory

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