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Poetry, how I wish I was a poet


Town



It was not all that too long ago,
When a pearl-handled pistol was bought by my brother, Billy Joe.
He smiled as he showed his gun to me,
He said, Im goin to town so everyone can see,
But I said, Do not go, Billy Joe, for those Hawkins are in town!

He laughed his cocky laugh and got upon his horse,
He thundered off into to town without any remorse.
I yelled, Do not go, Brother!
Do not do this to mother!
For I knew there would be bloodshed in town.

I followed him to the gates, lest
He end up with a bullet in his breast.
But he was faster and reached it first
I shook my and head and even cursed
For Billy Joe went to town

He walked tall and proud in the place
Fire was in his eyes and pleasure upon his face
He reached the saloon and stood there
He talked about his gun without a care
And in my heart I feared the town

Out of the saloon walked two Hawkins brothers
Who had killed many a man, boy and even mothers
One reared up high and smiled evilly
He couldve been the evilest man ever to be
And the thing was he was evil, in town

Hawkins let out a yell where did ya get that gun,
Did you steal it off the body of some dead bum?
My brothers face was red with anger as he said; I did no sin,
But you stole that hat of my dead kin!
Now they could not stop the battle, not while it was in town

Hawkins was red as he said, Leave this place boy
And you might still be alive to play with your toy!
My brother never quivered from the dare
He merely said I aint going anywhere!
And Billy Joe didnt leave town

They stood looking, knowing it was in their power
For one of them to die in that very same hour
My brother placed his hand on his gun, and that was a mistake
And it was the very last one he ever would make
And he made it in town

The bullet flew into his chest
The cause of death lodged in his breast
He dropped on his knees and looked at me
And I was the last person he ever did see
And he saw me, in town

Hawkins broke into a run
And then I grabbed my brothers gun
I heard in my mind the ring of the church bell
And then I blew him into hell
He was sent to hell, from town

I turned to see his brother shoot
And I knew I would soon wear a dead mans suit
There was to be no denying
The fact that I was dying
And I was dying, in town

I lay with my brother upon the ground
And I died there without a sound
And much blood was spent in our memory
And many a cousin met the cemetery
All because of town