Rotgut Poems - Poems about Rotgut

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...

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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 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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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 the amber liquid treat It was sometime later that night ...

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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...

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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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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,...

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

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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...

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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 To Know They...

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