The wild, wild West

*Dedicated to my childhood neighborhood, sometimes miss the people. Great people.
*Inspired by a NatGeo documentary.

Growing up among the dying breed
My step-brother I miss him
May the Lord forgive him, all he wanted was to live life
Where I grew up, death is a substance of a new life
Childbirth is celebrated like Christmas, death mourned like death
Like the ravens in the wild we fend for ourselves
We break the rules for our loved ones
It’s a place where nature can’t be heard
When one dies another continues to thrive
Chaos, mayhem, mob, marauders…
There’s no street tougher than ours
We reveled in the obstreperous state
The birds chirp and the dogs bark off
I know no better place to be than the West

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