War Of A Psychopath {A Poetic Short Story}

Duron LeBoe continues his quest for revenge....

July 2007

The way it all went down you would've sworn you caught a show,
a friend's hyped on some movie; you just feel you ought'a go,
but this action was live uncut and can't no movie screen,
compress grown men with uzis when it's time to do that thing.

Corey ran this shop and liked to have s**t runnin' smooth,
he took his work real serious unlike some other fools,
who loved impressing b*****s more than bakin' up this bread,
that is until a bullet pushed the brains up out his head.

The worker bees were shocked to s**t when Corey's body fell,
they all knew he was goin' off to someplace; prob'ly Hell,
and you won't know that feeling 'til it is your time to go,
the shooting then continued; started by Duron LeBoe.

The six foot seven psychopath continued spraying rounds,
of 50 cal. destruction; folks were going, staying down,
the thugs in Corey's crew aint have a snowball's chance in Hell,
LeBoe kept shooting accurate and ev'ry man did fell,

my bad the word is fall as in that traphouse; all the walls,
were painted red with blood and guts and entrails; off the wall,
some fool died biting off his tongue; a face of grimaced pain,
but things like that do happen when your fate is in the game.

LeBoe went through the fallen bodies checking for a pulse,
a dude was breathing shallow with his torso wet like mulch,
from blood; it seems this fella took a gut shot; lucky him,
he lay against a table fetally; he'd tucked his limbs,

beneath his bullet ridden body; say it isn't so,
this cat thought he was dreaming as the big frame of LeBoe,
approached him with the 50-caliber of Smith and Wess,
he then sobbed uncontrollab'ly as well as wished for death.

LeBoe reached down and grabbed his chin to yank up forcefully,
the young thug looked into his eyes and hope sank more you see,
cause what he saw within them was the absence of a soul,
the presence of a demon is what stared him back; so cold.

"Listen closely youngsta cause I won't repeat myself,
I'm givin' you a chance today to go and cheat thy death,
that's only if you tell me where that muthafucka Red,
his right hand man, luitenant and them other f****s fled...."

The kid was like "I work for Corey; he's the boss of this,
those other dudes were here for just a sec but got lost quick!"
LeBoe then shook his head and aimed the gun at dude's right eye,
"I thought you was gon let me go...", LeBoe replied "I lied..."
BOOM!

July 2014

Red Malone walked briskly through his traphouse lost in thought,
his mind was on his status in the game and all it cost,
he'd held down Newark with twat and drugs for decades; sumthin said,
to be a kingpin with somebody comin' for his head.

His spots throughout the city'd been destroyed; his peoples murked,
they'd killed his godson Lonnie on his corner; evil lurked,
behind one's ev'ry action so life led him to believe,
he came up in his time by bringing death to enemies,

but now someone was bringing bloody murder to his door,
who had he wronged that much to have this bloody murder war,
envelope all his in'trests; put a deathlock on his bread,
his eyes locked on a mirror and the red dot on his head....

To Be Concluded in "Fall Of A Psychopath".

©2014
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

The 2nd installment of the "Pyschopath" series.