Ode to Johnny
by angel michael
Friday, March 01, 2002
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this is the story of ole Johnny
people used to compare him
to that William Bonnie
you know the one
he used to rob banks
well Johnny he wasn't much
so, said his ma "n" pa
and law officers and such
he was a humble man
lived his life for you and......
Johnny awoke at the a.m.
to push the broom today
for what it seemed
another day of drudgery
for minimum wage
well Johnny knew wrong from right
but, the thought of his children
going hungry overnight
ached into his very last bone
Johnny found his gun
and he'd tell the ones that listened
if not for my kids
I'd never know what I was missin
and nobody listened.....
Johnny was in dire straights
say, mr. government man
I thought I'd call on you
with all your gold in the pan
my children are hungry
"n" the shots rang out
all Johnny wanted was a dollar
maybe a bike for his son
and a doll for his daughter
a note of hope rests on the table
this aint the time for going back
as Johnny turned to run away
the marshalls were on him
he couldn't get away
"n" Johnny yelled, "this aint about him"
"it's all about your laws"
well, Johnny was pointin "n" weepin
and after several shots
he lie with wounds seepin
as his eyes looked towards the ceiling
"n" two bullets in his side
and the guard asked, "hey boy
"what's this all about"?
Johnnys fingers dropped that toy
life was gone as he knew it
Johnny was coughing blood
he said, "hey it was never for me"
can ya call the kids mother?
why can't ya see?
you've taken all that I am
you've taken it all
"how does it feel"?
was his last dying breath
"n" in an unmarked grave
Johnny is now laid to rest
and his children visit him on sundays
You remember Johnny, who couldn't read or, write. I was wondering what happened to him well, this is my story........
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|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|Too real, Michael...
I knew someone like this Johnny...and he
tried so very hard to "make the grade" and
he never could quite do it. Instead of the "law" ending his life--he ended his own.
He was 24 and my nephew. His name was Matt. I can't help but weep as I write this comment...
Somehow, your writing always hits the heart, because it IS directly from your heart...
|Reviewed by Sharon Williamson (Reader)
|I think this is probably pretty accurate.
I too dislike toy guns....they should not be allowed to make any toy gun to look like a real one.
Great....sad....write my friend,
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|sad but too true...the happy picture in contrast..is that you with cap on..?|
|Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
|(sigh) For all the Johnny's in the world.
Love and Light
|Reviewed by angel michael
|actually ..this was my version of what happened to Johnny when he reached adulthood. Ya see, Johnny was mentally challenged....Just a fictional account of his later years|
|Reviewed by angel michael
|Great poem. Can't see you as a bank robber though.|
|Reviewed by Trixie Love
Wow this really touched my heart...
Absoluely fantastic my friend.
So sad, yet so understandable
how Johnny would do anything for his children...
The toy gun really got meas well...