Now Laying In Boot Hill Under Frozen Ground
Tony was a wicked dude carried a thirty-eight
Always raced his fast cars always cheated Fate
Carried a straight razor in his left shoe
Things that would be daring, he was ready to do
Afraid he would cut his own throat, wore a beard
But damn sure was nothing else, man never was skeered
Fought in the roughest bars that were around
Beat living hell out of every bully he ever found
Yes, he was still alive at age thirty nine
And ready to tackle any that crossed the line
Do not ask about his last fighting night aiive
Shot by a ten year old kid, took his last dive.
Yes sir, he was easily toughest dude around.
Now laying in boot hill under frozen ground.
Robert J. Lindley, April 2nd, 1970
Note. ----- Age 16, no edits.
They flip and fly in all directions
As they suck their victims dry
So untamed and fearless
Feeding undisturbed in broad daylight
They hang outside our homes and city parks
Nowhere is it I feel safe
I'll see them flutter by the corner of my eye
How much longer must I play this charade
After years I'm breaking my silence
To tell the world it freaks me out
When they light upon the innocent
And that long black tongue comes sliding out
I've had this fear from early childhood
And countless doctors don't know why
I always faint and then I wet myself
At the very sight of the dreaded..."Butterfly"
Hey cheetah cheetah
come and catch me if you can
I'm a cheetah too!