Death By The Election ChairA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Shooting straight from the hip and walking on the shell casings.
Expanding the lungs won’t help you beat the rap under the rubble of capital punishment’s
collapse. You built this empire with a headstrong state of mind but couldn’t prevent getting lost in the heart(attack) of the city. Since the word revival is not in your vocabulary you hold the golden sickle during your acceptance
speech with pride… or complacency? Letting your ego be the
fortuneteller will get you as far as your headstone… But the afterlife of your
reign will be darker than being six feet under. © 2013 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Featured Review
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Added on January 12, 2013Last Updated on January 12, 2013 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..Writing
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