Wednesday, March 6, 2013

OUTLAWS SHOW DOWN



 
 
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.




Summer 2012

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