The Posse of Soup Creek
My youth is long gone, I’m now middle aged.
I live life by my rules and my soul is not caged.
I’m a member of the Soup, this is where I spill my ink.
I’ve no delusions of grandeur, it can be gone in a blink.
I’m part of an elite group, sometimes mild but never meek.
All are welcome to apply, just see the mayor at Soup Creek.
We won’t back down from a fight, so be careful of what you say.
We are always keeping watch, every second of every day.
With the shirts from our backs, we’ll help any friend.
Just don’t cross my posse, their loyalty has no end.
Some say we’re the bullies, don’t believe what you hear.
We will defend what is right, let’s just make that point clear.
This site is like the wild west, we have many tales to tell.
The coffee is always on, so pull up a chair and sit a spell.
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