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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.

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