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The Poet Drew First
In a broken down town in the middle of Texas,
where cowboys rode hard and Indians shot arrows and scalped us
Stood a man who many believed knew nothing of guns, but only his paper and feather
but was challenged by a gunman who shot first and asked questions after
All This over a glass of whisky that got accidentally spilled
But gunmen showed no pity and would draw quickly when they decided to kill
The poet came out shakily in his gentleman shoes, looking at the spectators who gathered to see him boxed and sent to the cemetery
While scar face Danny laughed, confident of the poets death and his victory
"Please Mr. Danny, I don't want to fight, I told you I was sorry for the spilled liquor. I will buy you two extra rounds if you like?"
"Shut up boy! No one spills Dangerous Danny's whisky and lives to buy me another round. I am gonna shoot you down and use your shirt to clean my spikes."
The poet knew then that this man was not worth talking to and intelligence played no part in his life.
But he had no gun, all he was armed with was a book, a quill and a pocket knife.
"Look sir, I am not even armed, I bear no arms."
"Oh, no arms, Well here is a pistol, now you bear arm"
The poet knew that he had to pick up the gun and try to defend himself
For this mad man would not hesitate to shoot him down and everyone else.
John picked up the gun, looked down at the barrel and saw two rounds
He tucked it into his waste and the place got silent, no whisper, no sound.
Ruby, the hotel owner, was in love with John and weeped bitterly as she knew he would be killed
For his power was not in the gun, but his paper and quill
The two men stared at each other motionlessly, while the wind blew a dead shrub across their path
The sound of gunfire echoed, someone stood living and someone was the past
The poet's gun was quick, lightening fast. Everyone was shocked.
When they say Dangerous Danny with a bullet between the eyes laying on his back.
Ruby ran out to John as the gun fell from his hand
She kissed him, hugged him. John walked over to look at the dead man
"If only he had just let me buy him back that spilled whiskey he would have been alive today."
"But instead he chose to draw with a poet, but before this, the gun was the only thing I Knew, now the devil will take his soul away."