- Bill
-
- Beneath the hat of Wild
Bill
- was no more than a human.
-
- A man of means on a good
day,
- a predator on a bad one.
-
- A pair of shiny pistols
- from his waistband were
showing
-
- as he walked along the
boardwalks.
- Some men could be heard
crowing,
-
- "Jimmy, you're a dandy
- perhaps too sweet to play."
-
- But as he passed beside
them
- they would deftly look
away.
-
- They knew he was a
pistoleer,
- the Prince, who liked a card
game.
-
- Inside, away from mud soaked
streets
- the back wall was his safe
frame,
- 'til he no longer scouted after
men.
-
- When he ended up in
Deadwood,
- he had fanned his own mythical
flame
- and like a scripted scene, he died
good.
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