“Women. Can’t live with ‘em. Can’t kill ‘em”.

[Orc]

the sun rose using the clouds as cover
i offered a smirk & moved off in the dirt til i found my lover..
brim bent with intent, an overcoat and hollow eyes
the coldest folk personified, emboldened by the rotten times
i whistle shrill & my pistols will make you fold up & just swallow pride
bandana tied by a blackened hide, time to grow up with the glock of mine
.. gut fucked by a thousand others but I'M who the girl chose,
a fucked up love-nut with a Clubfoot and a curled nose..
my right ear is a burned hole, pops never had time for nice gear & worlds prose
nightmares as the birds crow, reliving strikes here and first blows
fond of questin' cuz under constant pressing.. it's quite rare that pearls grow
head over my spurred heels she took my heart with some safety,
my barn and my lady both harboured & praised me -
.. til they moved in the dead of the night to startle my baby
faceless and silent, tastless and violent they left me a note
my breath in my throat, destined to choke
i rode for the nearest town to see what the letter invoked..


neck cracking with creaks but by god we rode Death
legs dragging beneath, stabbing with each dogged whole step,
an icy night & the fog seems to just grab and hold breath
the saloon doors swayed with meaning, inviting terror through..
painting a still-life picture titled: ERROR FOOL. NEVER MOVE
the gravel crunches to unravel hunches beneath leather boots,
a man of punches - not random lunches or a clever coup..
i was never cooth. guns blazing, impartial as law, a martyr of war!
leave these Marks on the floor, rifle aimed w/ light disdain, sparking a brawl..
ugh. no. what good is that if i leave my heart at the door?!
so i walk right in, nodded head to the vagrants
thinking about the first law of life: thats self preservation
limped to the bar and swallowed a double whiskey,
the atmosphere changed, i guess i bring trouble with me..
shit! better act subtle quickly.


''listen now little fellers,
im just tryna see whats written down in a message.
if you'd kindly oblige i'd be out in a second..
& i'd appreciate it sir, if you'd be puttin down that there wesson''

*man takes it. reads it*
''here, feller. it says 'come home, face ur demons'
now... you best take ur leave, friend..''



!!. had to leave quick before the place was screamin,
duel wielded pistols, true evil grips it, woulda left faces bleeding..
tastless heathens.. ugh. then whiskey had my stomach sicker
i never had much fun with liquor,
my horse whined beneath as the cliff edge perilously poked..
run horse. RUN. i put my barrel to it's throat,
got Pops face in my head like im starin at a ghost but fearing that it's hope,
blackened ground turns to grass & back around, i swear i'm gettin close.
as the radicals say: the past catches up to us all, you can't gallop away
cuz no matter how many leagues you travel you stay
i feel my saddle then sway, and im up on my feet light
wont look in Defeat's eyes as i bullet the beast twice, 'peace child'
i carry on in this merry song, & rain-soaked boots squelch in the grass
as i remark on how i've never dealt with my past..

''PAAA!''


it's all my foolish fault, he steps out w/ his best pout,
hat peak covers a golden eye-patch folded right back
zeus's bolts do revolt to stress how he grew an olden style tache..
i just want my stolen wife back!
duel. to. the. death. i know he'd like that..
hand at my holster, can't get it closer - i'm just acting, truly
dont stand a chance 'gainst someone who faced active duty, & black with cruelty
facts will ruin me, i close my eyes and prepare for hades faith..
until lightning shows my ladies face,
my fingers slip on the trigger, hands quaking with fear
whip up two guns & see he's got two facing me here,

BANG. BANG.

a shot to the chest and the stomach or ribs,
..he tried to take my heart, so i put a bullet in his.