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11. BTK Coming Attractions Part 3
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Billy the Kid's Great Escape (Continued)
Billy entered the outhouse closing the door behind him.
"Let's not take too long in there Kid," Bell said with a humorous grin.
While in the outhouse Billy managed to slip one of his hands out of his handcuff.
"You fall in there Kid," Bell laughed, "You've been in there long enough."
"I'm coming out now Bell," Billy said opening the door.
"Sorry I took so long Bell. I must have ate something bad for sure."
Deputy Bell then escorted Billy back to the jail cell.
Once inside, Billy spun around and smacked hard Deputy James Bell.
Bell lost his balance, dropped his rifle and was momentarily stunned.
"Hands Up Bell!," the Kid yelled. In his hand was a gun.
"Please don't do it Bell," Billy pleaded, but Bell tried to run.
The Kid had no choice but to do what had to be done.
He shot and killed Bell, then went for Ollinger's shotgun.
The Kid never found pleasure in killing, but Ollinger was indeed the exception.
Knowing that Ollinger heard the gunfire, Billy stood by the window
and waited for Ollinger to appear in the street down below.
One senior named Godfrey saw Bell fall dead down the stairs.
The moment probably gave Godfrey a few more grey hairs.
Ollinger ran out into the street as Godfrey screamed, "The Kid's killed Bell!"
Ollinger looked up into both barrels of his own shotgun and whispered,
"Now he's killed me as well."
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13. BTK Coming Attractions Part 5
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If I must handcuff your hands
Or tie you to the bed
I would gladly do it
You're not going anywhere
For you are stuck with me endlessly
You will always be my man
And no other woman can take you away from me
Because;
We
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Together
So look deep into my eyes
As I feel your heart beating next to mine
Now tell me
Am I not the woman
You want in your life
Tell me
Am I not the woman
Who treat you like a king
Tell me
Am I not the woman
Who completes you full
Plus give you
Unconditional love
You never knew existed
The two of us had our share of bad times
Yet still
We're tenacious as;
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K
S
If I must climb the highest mountain
Just to be with you
I would do it with every breath I take
For me, without you makes no sense
Therefore, you are all mine
And I'm truly yours
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If the years have granted some wisdom,
Then thankfully, I'm old enough.
Old enough to recall colorful details,
When black & white TV's, weren't enough.
Old enough to remember a full head of hair,
When my main concern was dandruff.
Yet old enough to know the difference,
Between all the important stuff.
I've become old enough to think critically,
Hopefully avoiding any fisticuffs.
While being old enough to avoid the scandalous,
Since I'm not fond of any handcuff.
Through it all, I've tried to be tactful, & not so very tough.
So that whenever I'm asked my age or how old I am ...
I simply respond, I'm old enough.
He was a nice quiet gentle man
He had family friends wife and a daughter too
But Rayshard Brooks was also a black man
He was just waiting for a burger at Wendy's drive-through
He'd been for a drink and was tired that time of day
He fell asleep in his car
Wendy's called the police, there's a car in the driveway
They probably didn't need to go that far
The police came and woke Rayshard Brooks up from his dream
They made him walk the line, watch their finger move across his face
They talked to him for ages or so it seemed
They made him show he did not need a brace
He had passed a 20 minute sobriety test
But then they insisted on a breathalyzer too
He blew .108, and that set up the arrest
He would have been under if he had a burger and milk shake too
They went to handcuff him
Rayshard thought of George Floyd and his fate
And decided to resist, run and escape them
He was running away but it was all a bit too late
Although the cops had his name licence and car
And they could have picked him up later
Three shots were fired right at him, quite bizarre
With no warning shot for that matter
They shot him in the back twice
Lethal force was not warranted to defend
The charge should be murder with a price
Another murder most foul, so hard to apprehend
Another black man is shot dead
Laying in his blood where he bleed
After Rayshard Brooks had been killed
Protesters came to Wendy's from the up the hill
They set the place ablaze
In a fit of revenge and rage
Everyone has had enough of all of that stuff
And now is the time to get tough
Murder murder they cried
That black man did not need to die
Everyone is now marching in the streets
Nothing is going to stop these feet
the judge was angered
at the repeating drunkard
now he is tuckered
for he heard enough
of his lies and made-up stuff
cause of the handcuff
claimed he was not drunk
blamed the other guy that punk
~meaning the tree trunk
defendant will rise
looking at the evidence
he's telling the truth
that's ridiculous
he's innocent and the guilt
~falls on the tree trunk
proved himself sober
at the masquerade party
~tree trunk who got drunk
When I was in third grade, I came to your aid. A sick teacher's dad, made his parakeet so very sad. My teacher asked, would I take the parakeet fast. I needed to ask my mom, sure hope she will not go off like a bomb. My parents may put me in a handcuff, because I could not say yes fast enough.
Date Written: 7/9/2020
5 Place Bird Contest Judged:7/13/2020 Sponsored by:Constance La France
Note: This really did happen. In third grade, my teacher knew I loved all animals. When her dad had cancer and was dying. His bird "Pretty Boy" had to go. She asked me and I took it. I do not know how long a parakeet should live. It was a number of years old when I got him. About a year later it had a heart attack. That is what the vet said. We were told to put whiskey in warm milk and feed with an eye dropper. We did and he lived 14 years.
Gag my mouth to thwart my speech and seal my protests
But the language of my eyes will be heard in the hallowed highs,
I speak not to be heard by those that have no ears to hear
But to confirm that my words have reached the skies.
Tie my feet and hinder my motion
And I still will globe-trot the untrodden earth,
For I walk not on the legs you see,
And I will walk on every road and sail to every firth.
You cannot manacle my hands
Although you may handcuff them with a chain,
The arms I have are invisible to you
And the ones you see you bind in vain.
And you never can kill me
For my life is in the air you ignore;
My body died long before I was born,
Before the rains of brutality began to pour.
I will speak against your contrary wish
And I’ll walk although my legs you may tie;
My hands will wield miracles wherever they’re waved,
For my soul has sworn never to die.
The flashlight shines upon my face as I hand the cop my
driver license.
police cars blocking the road, Singles cop behind the wheel
let me through
not who they are looking for
I wave and drive on
not knowing why or even what was going on
and now my window won't roll up
technology
A few miles into the darken night
my headlights show the image of an hitchhiker thumbing
for a ride
I speed up and pass him by
not tonight on this road
a few more miles and slam brakes
road block again by a fallen tree
huge tree not just blocking but crumbling old road
bad night for a dead phone battery
Back up and turn around down the road on the side police cars
with lights flashing, cops handcuff hitchhiker
I slow and drive by and our eyes meet
the suspect and me
If I gave you a ride freedom was blocked by a big tree
his eyes told me were he wanted me to go
stopped and waved, told cop about fallen tree
Looks like I have to go the long way now
Try the window again still stuck
and it begins to rain.
Has anyone ever wondered why that bridge was chosen
Just like a mammoth in the tundra, life blown now frozen
Being on this railing of life knowing that once you've lived
But like the meteorite, once hit, lived lives easily sieved
Me I've sat on said railing ever since I was a little boy
I've even thought where I'd sit for the thought I'd enjoy
But what would I do when I'd sit there, looking all around
Asking why am I here, wasting footsteps on the ground
What would I do now if that opportunity was ever to arise
I'd put clingfilm over my face for that would ease my cries
To cater for sudden panic when realised it's not to be
Behind my back I'd handcuff my hands, me, I'm finally free.
Listen to everything I tell you son
You will see that you will have fun
Go to the house of Lady Loo
Knock on the door and do what I tell you to do
So with dad’s advice at hand I knock
The most beautiful woman from Bangkok
She gave me a welcoming embrace
And looked at my pimply braced face
Then she led me through a door
Into a room full of joys and more
“Lay her on the bed”
“And handcuff her hands to it behind her head”
So I did exactly what dad had said
With my face a bright pimply red
She said “who’s son are you boy?”
With my clothes off, she screamed “Mr. Smith’s” in joy
As her eyes googled my toy
Now me knees were knocking a tune
So I dressed and was out there with a zoom
Met my dad out side
He took me home in his ride
As my braces glisten by the light of the moon
He said “ That’s an experience, wasn’t it fun”
“Now I have a man for a son”
Three months later in the papers I read
Lady Loo found dead
Her hands handcuffed behind her head
As dry as a prune on her bed