The king is dead

He was tough hard as nails
Done his tour canes and jails
Had a look even angels felt sting
Heard the doc cut his cord
With a samurai sword
Setting free the next underworld King
He had charm and good looks
Set up dealers and cooks
He could run long before he could walk
Woman ate from his hand
None received the gold band
Had more faces than any town clock
There was violence most nights
Loved the thrill of the fight
Had a story for every deep scar
What he wants he would take
Had a house by lake
With a pool and his own private bar
There's a price to be paid
All the nerves he had frayed
Took control as he stood in the Dock
He was sent down for years
Who would take on these fears
There's a queue stretching miles round the block

Reviews

[Kerra]

You tell an amazing story, I enjoyed this

[Tepo]

Thank you kerry
Glad to hear you enjoyed
I'll have a look at some of yours today
read moreThank you kerry
Glad to hear you enjoyed
I'll have a look at some of yours today
Much appreciated

[Chris Shaw]

Reminds me of the Kray twins of London's East End in the 1950's. If you were on their side they'd do anything for you. They were well loved, but they were gangsters and God help you if you found yourself with an opposing view.:) So much violence. They were sent down too. Where there is a vacancy, there will always be someone in the queue. Really enjoyed this write and I could relate to it, being a Londiner and being aware that we had similar.

Well done Tepo.

Chris

[Tepo]

Thank you Chris
I'd have to agree there is a bit of the Ronnie and Reggie about him
I was in the blind beggar pub a couple of year ago
Extremely grateful for such a review
Ta