Corona & Lime

[Johnny 6 feet]

Another blast from the past from my RB days. Although the title hasn't exactly aged well....
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Enjoy!

Corona & Lime

The bar was caked in dust, a relic of a passing age
Sunlight peered through grimy windows in a blast of rays
And illuminated the scenery in a tapestry of memories
Light played on the piano and it's bullet-ridden keys
It was the last place, they said, the Ridley brothers stood
In a shoot-out with the sheriff and his extended brotherhood
The swizz cheese walls tell a story of true determination
Of yesteryear Robin Hood's and their boozy altercation

They had 6 bank's, 4 trains and 5 liquors store's to their name
Chased across a dozen states; an endless war or a game?
Their enemy's were in sight now, chasing their dusty trail
Visualising a noose after jail, no hope of a bail
They bully-footed to a liquor house, shooting the chandeliers
Screaming

"Everybody out!"

A last stand to last for years
But there was no chance for an exit, pursuers closed quickly
Opening up like artillery on the building so swiftly
Jebb, the piano player was the first to die
His back exploded outwards with an unearthly cry
Bob and Jess hit the windows with retaliatory action
But outnumbered 10 to 1 they could only kill a fraction
And in a gory fashion they saw the bar annihilated
Every soul sent Heavenwards as metal penetrated
Jess stifled a shriek as his brother fell, face obliterated

"Bobby!"

Of course, no response, death was clearly demonstrated
And it seemed the fire doubled, Jesse kissed the floorboards
He crawled passed the bodies of the clientele, bartender and poor whores
And in the hail, Jesse reported himself to the bar
A last request for alcohol before the shrapnel scars
A lone bottle of corona rested on odd shaped shelves
With an aged lime to squeeze like a spice from the Gods themselves
He took a sip, pure ambrosia, sweet as ever tasted
A last gasp of freedom for a man who never made it
Then glass shattered in his hand as a stray shot passed through it
Buried itself in his gut, his life at last ruined
Blood smeared his lips as he emptied the chambers
His gun clicked empty on the men he could blame this
A second shot hit his temple, he dropped to his knees
As if in worship, but a grave's now where he take his ease

And as the ballistics ceased, and the lawmen invaded
They found the bodies of the outlaw's in enough blood to bathe with
They saw the splinters of the bottle and were knowing, in time
That a dead man's last request was for corona and lime

Leave feed and I'll rtf.

[Scar]

I really admire the way you work the details. The story, about a band of outlaws in the Wild West in the midst of a gunfight with the sheriff -which reminds me a lot of the ok corrale incidents, was a cool one. One phrase that kept coming to mind was, “I’ll be your huckleberry” lulz. I think it’s about Jesse James. I thought the writing was really good, despite it being an older representation of you. Wasn’t really a fan of “poor whore” but again,love the details my man.

“ The bar was caked in dust, a relic of a passing age
Sunlight peered through grimy windows in a blast of rays
And illuminated the scenery in a tapestry of memories
Light played on the piano and it's bullet-ridden keys”

Awesome.

“
A last stand to last for years
But there was no chance for an exit, pursuers closed quickly
Opening up like artillery on the building so swiftly
Jebb, the piano player was the first to die
His back exploded outwards with an unearthly cry
Bob and Jess hit the windows with retaliatory action
But outnumbered 10 to 1 they could only kill a fraction
And in a gory fashion they saw the bar annihilated
Every soul sent Heavenwards as metal penetrated
Jess stifled a shriek as his brother fell, face obliterated”

I love the viscerally charged energy of the above stanza.

“ A lone bottle of corona rested on odd shaped shelves”

Yo I can’t explain exactly why, but that line above was so fucking awesome to me. And Ahain, don’t know why lulz.

Overall this was a great read that shine in its execution.

[Universe]

Dope. I suddenly want a corona with lime... Ugh, have none. A Bud Light Lime will have to do.

This is the kind of piece that cements your place as a top threat in the GWL. Clear, smooth and a pleasure to read.

Fav part:

"A lone bottle of corona rested on odd shaped shelves
With an aged lime to squeeze like a spice from the Gods themselves
He took a sip, pure ambrosia, sweet as ever tasted
A last gasp of freedom for a man who never made it
Then glass shattered in his hand as a stray shot passed through it
Buried itself in his gut, his life at last ruined"

I would like to see Scar vs. Johnny 6 Feet in the GWL honestly... or a collab with you two. Similar styles but would compliment each other well.

But for now, compliments belong to you and you alone, sir. Well done.