OUTLAWS SHOW DOWN
It had been a long while
Since I had visited the spot
Where the yankee out laws
Meet to swap, toast and eat
As I approached the counter
The vigilant grande dame
Was polite, but straight-faced
As her cold greeting told me
I knew I had been set up
Stabbed right in the back
By the sorted conniver
Twisting my words of truth
Into small darts of hate
To make her look better
Than she ever has been
To the naive very few left
Who still trust her spews
As she tries to protect
Her ring of fake junk
Paste and tarnished, full costume
As my partner finally entered
The show down became up
Because blood lines, get no blame
For gossip & hearsay, true or not
One time this would have hurt me
But now, the joke's on them
For I want no part of their booty
Precious family jewels have gone
The honest and genuine gems
Are now displayed brilliantly
In safe and secure settings
A case of authenticity, at last
Some pearls, not cultured or real
Who chant "You should..." remain
Dependent on the rest, for now
Until they realize that
They don't have to be there
Banished in a hideout with
Some locked in the closet
With beards showing signs of wear
The miser boasts about favorites
Not counting present company
Who links the chain, so eager to please
The braggart, but is overlooked
The owner's gracious hospitality
Makes me feel welcome and loved
As I, stone sober, watch
The time slip by and slowly
All but the grande dame
Relax as the wine bottles drain
And I think it's too bad
She doesn't know the real truth
Yet, I'm too tired to worry
Because I know it, and
That's all I care about.
It had been a long while
Since I had visited the spot
Where the yankee out laws
Meet to swap, toast and eat
As I approached the counter
The vigilant grande dame
Was polite, but straight-faced
As her cold greeting told me
I knew I had been set up
Stabbed right in the back
By the sorted conniver
Twisting my words of truth
Into small darts of hate
To make her look better
Than she ever has been
To the naive very few left
Who still trust her spews
As she tries to protect
Her ring of fake junk
Paste and tarnished, full costume
As my partner finally entered
The show down became up
Because blood lines, get no blame
For gossip & hearsay, true or not
One time this would have hurt me
But now, the joke's on them
For I want no part of their booty
Precious family jewels have gone
The honest and genuine gems
Are now displayed brilliantly
In safe and secure settings
A case of authenticity, at last
Some pearls, not cultured or real
Who chant "You should..." remain
Dependent on the rest, for now
Until they realize that
They don't have to be there
Banished in a hideout with
Some locked in the closet
With beards showing signs of wear
The miser boasts about favorites
Not counting present company
Who links the chain, so eager to please
The braggart, but is overlooked
The owner's gracious hospitality
Makes me feel welcome and loved
As I, stone sober, watch
The time slip by and slowly
All but the grande dame
Relax as the wine bottles drain
And I think it's too bad
She doesn't know the real truth
Yet, I'm too tired to worry
Because I know it, and
That's all I care about.
Summer 2012
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