He finds a seat at his favorite watering hole
Orders a whiskey, three fingers.
Gets approached by a group of suited gentlemen
Pin-striped blazers, fedoras, greasy hair.
Too tired to talk, and too distracted to wonder
Why these dapper gents offered a wing to fit him under.
They tell him, “The game is rigged! You’ll never win
Without an edge, or lady luck’s enchanted grin.
We’ve got the booze, the broads, the corrupt feds
We’ll show you a good time, you’ll never regret it
We’ll break the house, and toll the bells to no end
Kid, we’ll go places, you’ll never forget it
I just need you for a minute, walk this bag across
The street to that gent’ in the snow-white hoody
And let him know, ‘the family’s got the goodies.
Keep in touch’ Simple as that, ratatat-tat”
He knows, this is his mark. He downs the whiskey tumbler
Slides off his stool, and adds a parting phrase
“Silly Rabbit, tricks are for kids” as he smashed the glass
Upside this gangster’s head. A golden shield, in full view.
The ranger’s .44 Magnum pointed at the rest of the stupefied crew
Some assholes just never see the badge.
I wrote this today while thinking about the recent Fallout 4 hoax and some mythical ranger scouting a bar in the wasteland to find the person responsible for it…
I got the visual with this piece.
Ahh it makes me happy to see that you were able to visualize this poem. I appreciate the feedback! 🙂