The Man Called Jeremy - and other Western Fables

’ROAM’

I take the reins, and expect horse to lead…
and then I blame him because he decides to roam.

But don’t all roads lead to ‘roam’?

Goddamn it horse…I’ll blame you, instead of the son of bitches who have run me out of town.
It’s easier to blame you, horse, than it is to take these bastards on.

Stop pressing me, horse…I know what has to be done…these bastards need to be taken down…

Who’s going to do it horse…?

Me?

Watch me, horse…I’ll prove you wrong…

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Thanks.

‘Jeremy, and other Fables’ , was written at a time when I was at my worst, that life can offer…

Writing is a passion.

Even if my writing does not appeal to everyone, then I hope that it may appeal to a few…

It’s very entertaining. :cowboy_hat_face: Writing is very soothing. I do it myself.

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Bottom line…you get through it, by kicking and fighting, and shouting, and screaming…and refusing to give up…

Well done to you for winning! And being here brave enough to talk about it. It is brave when you are prepared to let people read this stuff. :+1:I hope life is being kinder to you now.

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Bullets? They can’t harm me, because I’m already dead inside.

Enemies?..I’ve lost count of those who wish me harm…

Loved ones?
Maybe one, that got in the way of a lead ‘hello’…

Future? It depends on how many sonsabitches that still stand in my way.

How much time do I have left?

May as well take you bastards with me, so kiss your asses goodbye…

+Three Years ago I had no one.

Now, I have me…

No one to blame, and no one to shame…
Just me.

Two chances to redeem my worthless life…
Payback for my beloved wife.

I don’t mind shooting you in the back
A wrecked life…
Just you, and me.

Three cartridges in my gun…
Just for you, and me…

Aim straight, you bastard,
Cos’ my aim will be sure…

Be in no doubt,
my aim is destined for thee.

I have nothing, or no-one else,
but I still have me…

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Drag my ass to Hell, bastard.
Do it now, bastard.
Hurting, you bastard,
but still here, you bastard…

Bleeding out, you bastard,
Life going, bastard…
You have nothing, bastard,
Who care’s, bastard?

Who wins, bastard…?