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Wagons, Ho!

Poetry By: Mike Stevens

Follows a modern-day wagon train!

Submitted:Sep 6, 2011    Reads: 12    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


I'm leading a group of settlers west

Just like in days of old, it's putting my leadership to the test

We get funny looks from the cars passing by,

and the comment 'Why" from one guy,

He yelled this as his 4X4 rolled past

Well, I'll tell you, because society won't last

Someday very soon we'll be on our own

Everywhere you look, the seeds of our destruction are being sown

Drugs, sex, and evils abound

That's something none of us need to be around

So I've gathered a bunch of like-minded

people around me and headed out for wide-open spaces, if we can find

any. I've had my share of being called insane,

but those who call me that will lose everything, and not gain

the freedom that me and my followers will share

Yes, I'll have the last laugh, and they'll be nowhere

As our covered wagons rolled along

the freeway, honking cars played us a song,

and plenty of middle-fingers waved in the breeze,

and shouting voices taunted, but they didn't bother me

They'd soon wish they'd joined us in our quest

Yes, our quest for safety, as we rolled on west

They'd soon see the nightmare that is about to break

They implore someone to help them, but the help will forsake

them, and their pleas will go unheard

Yes, no one will hear their desperate words

Meanwhile, we'll keep on rolling at 3 miles an hour,

while their machines won't work, cause they'll have no power

I'm telling everyone, this will come to pass

Join us now, this warning will be your last!


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