Cowboys' Song

Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, nor am I making any woolongs (or dollars) with this fanfic.

A/N: Original completion date: 8/21/11. Cowboy Bebop is so musical, anyway; maybe that's why I was drawn to poetry when thinking of it. Although, I always cringe the most when I write original poems, so I would welcome critique and reviews! What advice can you fine readers offer a writer? Pray tell.

I was born in the slums, not a soul to my name.
Life was all hard, and all the same.
Learned to hold a gun soon as I could crawl—
Didn't really know the meaning at all.

So drink, my friend, and light a cigarette.
(Though I just met you, and you're not my friend.)
Let's drown our tales in whiskey's depths,
And laugh like hyenas till the very end.

I learned how to joke while throwing a knife,
'N' how to take money for taking a life.
I learned how to run, and fight with a will.
I learned how to smile; I learned how to kill.

So drink, my friend, and light a cigarette.
(Though I just met you, and you're not my friend.)
Let's drown our tales in whiskey's depths,
And laugh like hyenas till the very end.

Take a brave man, and give him some gold.
Let him live on till the story's all told.
Gimme a kiss, love, and send me a smile.
Guess if you're lucky, I'll stay for a while.

So drink, my friend, and light a cigarette.
(Though I just met you, and you're not my friend.)
Let's drown our tales in whiskey's depths,
And laugh like hyenas till the very end.

Soon I'll die in a cell, my woolongs all spent.
So slowly it came—so easy it went.
Learned how to die before I could live.
Ain't nothing I've done that you can forgive.

So drink, my friend, and light a cigarette.
(Though I just met you, and you're not my friend.)
Let's drown our dreams in bitter cold depths,
And laugh like a loony at the very end.