Grim Reaper Defied

Four times, nay, five it's true, Grim Reaper defied. The first was when down Hollywood streets I flew at Ninety five. Averting wheel, I turned it fast and struck my head on window's glass Past throngs of people truly shocked flew that beast upon concrete knocked down busy street flying fast a dangerous stunt indeed was that. The throttle stuck in engine 'twas no way to slow the car for us With tires smoking came we to rest around a pole, the car a mess. unscathed I walked away that day no loss of life from traffic fray. The second time at Hollywood High in mortal combat was engaged. The numbers vast against we five fifty dark, we dared to strive Of warriors spirit we bid partake in wild skirmish near the gate Each five of us compassed by eight. Surrounded, we, as though in a cage The other four went down, as they did rage Left me to fend 'gainst numbers great I entered that Berserkers state I kept my back to the fence awhile, inflicting hurt on them with style Like Tiger fought I for life and limb but did succumb to fateful whim A blow to neck received from them Upon the pavement fell I then Three hundred folk did watch that fray above the bleachers that fateful day. I wakened shortly upon a space and walked away from that place. The third time with that Warriar Dan who of that Tribe is not; to Park at midnight wandered there and found a peaceful spot. A group of thirty men were there Mariachi's vaunted, were caught unaware. Off they strolled to yonder cars, as we sat 'neath the stars. Back they sauntered, steel in hand surrounded us, we took a stand. Our lives at risk, no doubt we thought, as peace a thing they wanted not. Thirty strong, cowardly odds agreed misfortune ours, them, smoking weed. Valiantly stepped up, their Leader brave and said to me "it's strife we crave." Your Jacket or your life" he says As I look him in boldly in the face I pondered his very bold request should we venture upon this quest I pondered hard upon our plight at this request some may take flight A costly gift was given me, this Leather Coat so fine bequeathed to me by Grandpa good, on my Mother's side. These thoughts indeed did cross my mind, when Crowbar choked me from behind. My neck was tugged, I grabbed it fast, I jerked that weapon from his grasp I stood now with that cold hard Steel my wish to strike at them, to kill, But Prudence gained the final say as my fine Coat I gave away. Stay tuned for last several lines I'll let you know in my due time.