Reputation Poem by Paul Warren

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