Best Rotgut Poems

as I sit in the dingy saloon. Dehydrated and week.journey so long,I hardly feel 
my feet.town name, town name, plays over in my head.the name rot and gut is 
playing over instead. my insides are the first, and the second are the same.my 
travils have...

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Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster was steadily on the move.
He was leaving the Southwest and his reputation behind, for sure!
Every gunslinger was out for him and of killing he’d become tired.
Even the weather was being surly, as a dust storm was blowing wild.

Traveling way...

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saloons are just another form of dealing with depression
I hate drinking away nights
saying yes to bartenders
saying no to reality 
take a dip in the cold waters
harsh and real
life is for losers I thought
but maybe I should really try living sometime...

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Set 'em up barkeep and leave the bottle
I walked in know'n I may not walk out
I done robbed that stage last night
Now that there posse a'chasen, no doubt

Dang it, so tired of being noth'n much
Just want'n to start over, somewhere new
Didn’t mean to hurt no...

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I'm stuck in the town of "Rotgut",
not far from San Antone!
I work in the "Silver Dollar",
a saloon, that's quite well known!

I'm what's known as the bar-keep,
I can't remember for how long?
It could be more than twenty years,
but, there agin I could be wrong!

There ain't much...

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They say he had three Mothers
The Earth, the Wind, and Water
And His father was the Sun
And the Moon was his daughter 
He wore a gun in his belt
With clothing made from hide
As He walked, He made no sound
And never broke his stride

Folks say he was...

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It was around dusk when I rode into town
 Then to the saloon  I made my  strut
 I reckoned I'd gulp some whiskey down
 Before leaving this dusty town called RotGut

 I entered the saloon and took a seat
 Ad then started downing...

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The day seemed no different 
From the ones that pasted before
Heat, dust and wind
Made living here a chore 
We haven't had a drop of rain
For as long as I remember
It seems to me 12 years ago
From this past December

This dusty little town 
Wasn't much for...

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Geez fella won’t you look at me,
I’ve got my best frock on.
My girdles tight, my bosom heaves
and I’m stuck here ‘til mornin’.

You’re welcome in this Rotgut bar,
but kid you heed my warnin’,
git rid that ol’ ten gallon hat, 
and don’t you start no brawlin’.

Stop fumblin’...

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A coyote pack was howling as the sun crowned
Zack Waverly was weary, he'd travelled around
Zack takes up the narrative, better I found.

High noon, I rode the bay into Rotgut town
With fixed intention, I weren't playing around.
A spurt of tobaccy I spat on the ground.
To finding...

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The road into Rotgut looked like every road,
in every town I've seen, dusty
I've traveled through so many towns
and this town is no different
I'm tired, just looking for the saloon
and a guy, a drifter, name of Zack
Sent me a wire, needs help with a bank job
They...

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A June Night in Rotgut Saloon


In walked Lefty Red behind him lay many dead
into this old dusty town his tired horse had tread
Well known his draw was quick as lightning 
his stare deadly cold and so very frightening

Stranger where is the nearest watering hole
getting drunk...

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The evening turned to morning 
As I awoke from my slumber
The fire in the hearth
Now, just a glowing ember
I didn't stop for coffee
As I headed for the door 
And there, I stared in disbelief 
As the sky began to pour

In the street, one by one
The...

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The hinges of the swing doors creak as Zack Waverley enters the Rotgut bar
He stands in the doorway his huge frame blocking out the daylight
‘Hey Zack’ I cry ‘Is that a pistol in your pocket are you just pleased to see me’
His face lights up...

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Then the man without a name
Approached me, from the crowd
He looked me in the eye
And I heard his say out loud
That what happened there that day
The spirits of the mound
Have finally found a way
To recapture scared ground

I broke down into tears
As I felt I must...

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