The Outlaw

Rumor has it that Riff Raff Rackus killed 9 people

They never could prove it, but they hung him anyway just to be sure

That’s how things are done in the old west

They told us he was a criminal because he thought the air was see-thru

He said that trees could give us knowledge without being turned into paperback books

He wanted to take a bath in the Mississippi river, but the water was too dirty to clean him

Not to mention the fact that he rode a horse

All good outlaws ride a horse

 

When he was out at sea he was a black pirate

Pillaging steam ships for polluting his air

Sea breeze doesn’t require smoke stacks

The giver of life was his movement

 

The final straw came when he told his captain that he wouldn’t fight for peace,  Couldn’t capture freedom

 

Everyone needs a villain in their life

He’s all the way alive

Born like a child bearing thoughts of a sage

 

He called us to be reborn

Not in his name, but our own

 

You know his name

Seek his voice

Join his band of bandits

 

His symbol means all things

Author's Note

I will think happy thoughts towards anyone who can guess the true identity of Riff Raff Rackus.

Reviews

[Allmax]

Mr. Satan, or Perhaps God. AKA Jesus. It is all the same my friend. I like the way your poem kept me guessing and in a way we are all born to be Riff Raff Rackus. Or suffer as he did by the misconceptions of man. Or was it fear? Awesome poem.