Death of A Loser...
I follow my footsteps of long ago ...,
Covered in that misty fog
That cloaks reasoning,
Making paths choice left instead of right,
A boy that thought he was a man as
Refusal portrayed weakness,
Be mighty join the gang
Be a part of the fateful start.
Sniff a drug that kills realities bug
“You stay in the car with your gun”,
The other three enter the bank
Shouts shattering glass, bang a gun goes off,
Running swearing jumping into the car
One two three, a policeman grabs the door,
I raise my gun...bang oh Christ what have I done,
Tyres burn we disappear into the sun.
I follow my footsteps of long ago
The blind steps of hindsight,
“A roast chicken dinner please
That will do maybe a little ice-cream”,
No smiles solemn looks
Fear seeps thru my body,
As I wait for my last supper
I’m at the end of the wrong road,
Oh Christ what have I done!
poem by Ken e Hall
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