Bill Simmons

Wild Bill Hickok

Well I’ll be, would you look at those
Look at these black eyed peas
She looked at his plate where he sat and ate
Spelled out was MISERY

He gets up and goes to the bar
Where he always played those cards
He was shot in the head by a man they said
Wild Bill Hickok was dead

You’ve got to know when to see the signs
Pay attention to life sometimes
You’ve got to know when to see
And read those black eyed peas

The whole town mourned the man they loved
The greatest gun man around
Shot by a coward they did say
But Wild Bill Hickok was down

They buried him this man of fame
His legend lives on they say
But if only he had paid attention
He might have lived another day

You’ve got to know when to see the signs
Pay attention to life sometimes
You’ve got to know when to take the time to read
What’s in those black eyed peas.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 22, 2006
Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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