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Tale Of Righteous And Just Demise Of Old Jack
Tale Of Righteous And Just Demise Of Old Jack Old Jack had shot many before, once just for the sheer hell of it Never squeamish about the gore or splattered about fleshy bits Once making it an all night spree, drinking whiskey after each shot Only once did he do it for free, knowing generosity fills no empty pot. One hot June night, he did away with tough cat called dangerous Dan Such a bloody sight, no easy task but put sweet coin in his empty pan Next day trip at the lake, he sniper shot famous knife fighter Jake A cool twenty grand take, such sweet fun nobody could ever fake. Old Jack, wicked as all hell, sure such Fate he would never meet Called his shots "ringing the bell", having never faced a defeat Once for big money, shot three men in a shady lakefront bar Later for loss of his "honey", ran over ex-wife's lover with his car. One cool Spring day, stranger came sworn to make old Jack pay Dressed in a beggerdly way, as a weakened and feeble old stray With hidden might and its all, Fate had finally sent its dark call While Jack was having a ball, swift bullet made its bloody landfall. Young John proud as all hell, had so gaily rang Jack's old bell Had his story to soon tell, how he spate on dying Jack as he fell One shot between those beady eyes, hundred bucks the prize Nobody there shed a tear, for now there was young John to fear. 8-29-2018 Rhyme
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