Reputation

In a motel room he blew a man away A shotgun to the face was the play He said would it went all wrong In a drug bust where mercy didn’t belong That made his reputation not misplaced Leaving the perp with a bloody mess for a face They say he wouldn’t get away with it now He smirked and said it was in the know how The family wanted him to pay But the Coroner said the killing was OK So the lesson to perps was for everyone If you deal in drugs you will come undone But what is left when the deed was done Did he pay for the violence when he won Or when things were quite in his bed Was the memory hard to live with the dead. © Paul Warren Poetry