The Angry Gunfighter
The angry gunfighter
Was quick to draw
Didn't matter the reason
He just had a flaw
As his anger grew
Way out of control
He shot up dead bodies
That was buried in a hole
He was still so angry
And lost all control
By shooting the sheriff
Who was way to old
He didn't stop there but
Confronted the wrong man
Who was way to mean, that he
Killed the gunfighter with one quick hand
Copyright © Daisy Ward | Year Posted 2023
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