A Killer Man

The old man was not poor,
but neither was he kind,
and alas, we would find,
his resentment for the law.
He showed us all his games;
he enshavelled the shops,
and enshackeled the cops,
but no one knew his name.

One day in the recent past,
But not so soon ago,
the old man was feeling low,
so act a young a young man did fast.
T'was regretful what I saw;
his crooks went crack,
and his blades went smack,
and the old man hit the floor.

The young man came out,
and sang to the town,
that was safe and sound,
to the people he did shout:
"Haroo hooray, what this day must say,
I've packed a punch,
not twice but once,
out onto the street you may!"

But as we know is dreadfully true,
when one kills,
a place then fills,
a place of the one he did it to.
The town did all but celebrate,
They shooed him out,
on him they fraut,
they then all knew his fate.

The young man was not poor,
But neither was he kind,
and alas, the next town would find,
his resentment for the law;
From him all things would hide,
he took and took,
the worst kind of crook,
one who's already dead inside.

That day his one brave act,
would turn him down,
deep in him he found,
a release he always lacked.
His mind gave such great loss:
neither happy not sad,
not angry, just mad,
and it's all true because:

That person with such health,
a man to kill,
a killerman still,
stays a killerman himself.

Reviews

[lua]

a very clever write, it creates such a character and narrative as though a story, but these reside in the structure and beauty of a poem

[Lauren Sarah]

Thank you so much for your compliments! I'm really glad you liked it! :)

[Penelope Lee]

I agree Lua, quite a creative and fluid poem.

[Lauren Sarah]

Thank you Penelope! :)