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"Monco" (In progress) (Free verse) by Alizarin_Crimson
Only because itâs the end of the year
and Iâm living in a tunnel,
would I procrastinate by going out
and renting Clint Eastwoodâs
For a Few Dollars More
Why? First of all,
Monco never kills for the money,
and secondly, there is nothing more bad ass
than striking a match to light your pipe,
right off the back of your enemy
But the hunchback gets away on the pinto,
the ugliest dude on the prettiest horse, what a pair
back then, all youâd need is a gun and a steed,
not all this crap we have today
âEl Indioâ has got a guy pinned by his steel glare
to the tune of a wavering oboe, mixed with gunshots.
Meanwhile, our homestead is a wasteland of boxes
and my roommate is going crazy,
surrounded by this cardboard ghost town
if I donât keep an eye on her,
sheâs gonna chew her own leg off
Monco kills for mercy sometimes, too
Tissue, Tissue
the hell of moving out
after three years
of saturated survival
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