Frankie and Johnny Revisited

 

The colour of her hair

proved she didn’t care

Her solefull sigh

Promised someone would die;

A scared looking man pulled up a chair,

She sauntered over like the head witch doctor

He tried to pretend he didn’t care

But she knew that he had mocked her.

Before he got to say his say

She pulled a thirty eight and blew him away.

Everyone recognized a train wreck,

Hit the deck,

What the heck

A dirty coat’s beats a bullet in the neck.

She strolled out of the café

Iced a cop with the still smoking shooter

Muttered, ‘Guess I’m on my way.’

Jerked a kid of a Vespa scooter

Gunned the motor, left with a roar

Aint no one aint seen her any more.

Pic  Nick Vic Words Mike Lesser

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