An Outlaw Who Can Outdraw

THIS POEM TAKES PLACE IN THE OLD WEST

People want me dead because I'm an outlaw.

Many people think they're faster on the draw.

I'm wanted dead or alive and the reward continues to get bigger.

Many people have been shot and killed when I pulled the trigger

When it comes to outdrawing me, many people have tried.

All of them needed an undertaker because all of them died.

A cowboy wanted the reward to buy a ranch but he ended up buying the farm.

He was wrong when he told his wife that he could shoot me without coming to any harm.

A drunk called me a wimpy and pathetic b*****d.

He died because he foolishly thought he was faster.

I've shot seven sheriffs, three marshals and a Texas Ranger as well.

They tried to outdraw me and one by one, I sent them straight to Hell.

If you think you can outdraw me, you're welcome to try.

But you'd better have life insurance because you will die.

People want me to hang but that's something they'll never see.

Many more people will die because nobody can outdraw me.