A Gunslinger's Last Request

To whom it may concern:

Bury my bones on 'Ole Boot Hill,
Down El Paso way.
I'm at the end of life's lonesome trail,
I'm saying goodbye today.

I've ridden many dusty roads,
I've killed a man or two.
The way I see it, I suppose,
My time's 'bout overdue.

I've outrun my share of lawman,
Escaped many a mess.
I've outdrawn lesser gunmen,
Was faster then all the rest.

I been lucky up to now,
Life's been good to me.
The time's come now to bid farewell,
I do so honorably.

Bury me up on 'Ole Boot Hill,
With my Colt 45.
Lay me in my spurs and heals,
Arms crossed, not at my side.

No need for tears, no need to pray,
Just a board or stone,
Not in too shallow a grave.
To rest my weary bones.

Bury me up on 'Ole Boot Hill,
Before my flesh decays.
As for any parting words,
Here's what they should say:

In this grave are 'Ole Pete's bones,
The fastest gun these parts have known.
Spent most his life on the run.
He finally met a faster gun.


Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
082511

Castles of Oppulant Accord

Where does all the money come from?
What work do people do?
Who can possibly be paying for it all?
Aren't mortgages overdue?

People are in over their heads these days,
Bankruptcy's are common as loans.
Why do we allow such foolishness?
Why do people need such lavish homes?

Everywhere I go,
Everywhere I look,
I see these monstrosities,
Bank lent atrocities,
That people blindly strive for,
But never quite achieve.
Lifestyles that most people die for,
Opulence that's hard to believe.

Everytime I consider,
Everytime I conceive,
What it is that drives people's fervor?
The constant satisfaction of gall.
Pushing their limits further,
Without fear of consequence or fall.
I personally just don't get it,
I hate it when bill collector's call.

Every moment's filled with laughter,
Every installment a step towards disaster.
Shopping on credit never saved for,
Dining out whenever they've the crave for.
Cars they perpetually pay for,
Furnishings they haven't the wage for.
Living in houses they cannot afford,
In their Castles of Opulent Accord.



Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
102009