Unless you count the people who, sound
ethics, they eschew.
And so I’ll tell you all of someone,
though he never sailed,
When’er his gang came into sight,
the population quailed.
Outside Fort Sumner, way down south,
there sits a lonesome grave,
A testament to Someone who could
never quite behave.
Fatherless for most his life—an orphan
at fifteen,
This young man was a lot of things, and
all of them were mean.
He started as a laundry thief (when
first he got arrested),
He soon broke out and roamed the
west. The law this boy detested,
It didn’t take six years before he brought
the country grief,
He’d murdered 21 and been a
gunslinger and thief.
He loved to sing, but breaking law sure
was his fav’rite thing,
He seemed to thrive on violence and
the chaos that it brings.
He stole cattle, he stole horses and
he shot a man or ten,
Caught and sentenced, shot some
more, escaping from the ‘pen’.
His crimes earned him a bounty and
they finally locked him in.
Sentenced to be hanged, he was to pay
for all his sins,
But once again, those jail walls,
they simply didn’t hold,
Killed two deputies escaping. You
know, wow! this guy was bold!
His luck ran out a short time hence,
when good old Sheriff ‘Pat’,
Shot him once right through the
heart and laid the boy out flat.
The celebrating started then, throughout
the ‘wild west’,
Sighs of relief and happiness and gratitudes
expressed.
But sadly, in the after years, this
boy became a star,
The Man who finally shot him was
despised both near and far.
The story’s gotten twisted and now
Pat’s the nasty one,
‘He
caught this young assassin in the dark and with a gun.’
But now you’ve heard the story of
young William McCarty?
His six-year reign as outlaw, his assassinating
spree.
Cause Billy the Kid was many things.
And all of them were bad...
So who really was at fault that day?
The sheriff or the lad?
For Karen and her followers, a captivating dream,
And now you've read my take on it and judged it bad or fun,
Go now to others in my 'hood' and see what they have done!
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