Searching But Finding Nothing
I travel not to distant shores
My home is close at bay
My manners though rude are mine alone
What more can this perfect man say?
Perfect you laugh, you scoundrel and pest!
Why beats thou your breast in haste?
A bullet from my loaded pistol
Will strike and you’ll be waste
Waste that is thrown into the river
And carried down yon way
Perhaps the buzzards wait my friend
As you’ve seen your final day
A beast I’m called by many men
But they cower and stand not and fight
They do their bidding with other souls
And maneuver in the darkness of night
But how is it that you can’t find me?
Though your party has searched many a year
They go not close to my habitat
Because in their hearts they really fear
Yes, you talk but spineless you really are
As still I ride and watch many fall
Those cowards, those with no spine
Are found when winter waters thaw
You’re trembling, yes you’re trembling
And what’s that? You’re begging now?
And to think you used words differently
While laying with that old sow
You told her you would have my tongue
All fried and ready to eat
But now you’re pissing in your pants
And it runs down past your feet
Arise you coward and die like a man
Or I’ll drag your death out real slow
It matters not to me big boy
As tonight your blood will flow
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