FEET FIRST DEAD FRED
I was raised amidst visceral violence
And caterwauling cop cars are all that broke the silence
No one spoke lest word be spread
When Smokey Joe end’s up feet first dead

Sally had a thing for Sal
And Sally was quite a gal
But Sally also had her eye on a dude called “Red”
And then poor Sal was buried feet first dead
There were opponents aplenty with whom to pick a fight
When Louis LaScala fought anyone it perked up a dismal summer’s night

I was seven when someone first showed me a zip gun
A block of wood, a bullet and a rubber band fashioned to kill someone
Some were trigger happy fools who didn’t make anyone glad
but those are the ones who think their sanity is simply a fad
It’s a shame because if you could speak to a guy named “Fighting Fred”

He’d tell you how and why he ended up feet first dead

It had something to do with Fred, some guy’s old lady and a bed
This was a town of tenements in a suburb of a citadel called Hell
We learned to war, to protect and the hell with learning to spell
Fatefully Frankie “Forever” Fader one day just wasn’t around
That’s because Fancy Frankie’s “forever” put him feet first in the ground
And when some little kid gets mistakenly killed in a drive by there are no witnesses to be found

So that’s the tale of a town I was fostered within
A place where “Desperation Avenue" meets a street called “Sin”
I know not what awaits my fate and may lie just ahead
Because who’s to say I won’t end up buried feet first dead
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~