Rotgut Poems - Poems about Rotgut

Rotgut and Gut Rot

Red balloons with clowns attached
Lock your doors 
Keep the windows latched
So many people
Knocking at the door
One, two, three, four, 
Ten or twelve or maybe more
Disembodied voices
Screaming in my head
I found their bodies sleeping
Underneath my bed
Which I am now so far from
But still they haunt my head
There’s a man in the corner
There’s a child on the

The Return To Rotgut Part 6 the End

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 confess
"Listen to me Shaman,
I'm more guilty than the rest
It was

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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 town folk grouped together
And there in the center
Stood the man

The Return To Rotgut Part 4

I asked Him, what he wanted
To save the people of this town
But he only shook his head
As he looked back at the mound
"I seek no Gold or Silver
No payment from your hand
I know it's hard for White men
For this to understand"

Then he looked into the sky
As he said a little prayer
Did some tribal dance
And threw

The Return To Rotgut Part 3

A single soldier stayed
To guard against the animal
From digging up the grave
He felt awful for the Injuns
Disgusted by their plight
So from his bag he took a chalk
And upon a stone, did write

These Injuns lie beneath this land
Through no fault of their own
Their only crime, was to take  stand
And defend their rightful home 
1856

Part 3

It’s

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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 one to see
If it wasn't for the Army
It surely wouldn't

The Return To Rotgut Part 1

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 part Cherokee
Others say, part Crow
There wasn't any clarity
There was no

Rotgut Sheriff

I am the Sheriff of Rotgut, come to the town saloon
We need new recruits, let’s test your belly and guts
Taste the spirits; in the shootout you’ll need a boon
I am the sheriff of Rotgut, come to the town saloon
Bring your mere and ride it well to the dusty dune
Shake your hips well, celebrate if shoot

Old Rotgut

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 the amber liquid treat
 It was sometime later that night

The Town of Rotgut

The town of Rotgut, clung to me
the smell, ridden deep into my lungs
the vomit of decay like a coat
that clung and wrapped around my shoulders

I could feel the bitter taste of lies
truth be told, I didn't know the truth
how many fights, how many towns
life was better out on the range

Just your horse and the lone

A Town Called Rotgut

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

A Town Called Rotgut

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 prevented me from from feeling sane.as I turn my head,

A Town Called Rotgut

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 with a grin, ‘Hey sugar, have you got room for

A Trip To Rotgut

A trip to rotgut
I rode my horse in to a town called Rotgut
As I rode up the main street I looked at the old saloon.
The doors was closed to traffic for some odd reason it wasn't noon.
I notice at the front of the sheriff's office a hangman's plank.
For today, they were hanging billy boy Taylor

A Night In Rotgut the Saga of Zack Waverly

I've been insulted, 
And been challenged
Been shot at
And been cursed
But listenin'
To these locals
I know things 
can't get worst

The music, 
if you call it
Missing notes
from missing keys
But no one pays 
attention
When the player 
Cuts the cheese

The dance hall girls
Are dancing 
Like a heard of
Buffalo 
And they're danced 
Their way from places
That I don't want 
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