Poem -

Old Outlaws Are Outlawed

           
Old outlaws can never really go home,because in the minds of your so called friends and family, you really haven’t changed.
What’s the truth, is that they really haven’t changed, they’re still the same lynching mob they always’s were.
They still have that rope and the old oak tree is still there that they use for free,even though you’ve paid your debts, your wanted poster is still on their wall.
Everything is fine, until something happens,then the only thing that’s fine is the fine print that reads,no deposit,no return.
All that looked good on the outside is now gone, and all fingers pointed at who? you know who, you, and out comes the rope, then down to the courthouse," but not for a trial"! Because, you’ve  already been judged!
                           In a town where old outlaws are outlawed.
                                        Old Outlaws Are Outlawed

                                      Inspired by,Those who judge a book, by it's cover.
                                                    Written By, Don Lewis 
                                                                                                      June, 2017
             

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