Outlaw Read Count : 40

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Wanted, dead or alive,

But preferably dead.

The hunters are coming,

They're wanting my head.

They're after a bounty,

My soul for some cash.

When they get close,

It's always a mad dash.

My guns are ablazing,

As I make my escape.

To be an outlaw,

One must know his own fate.



  • Dec 21, 2019

  • Dec 21, 2019

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