They Hung Him Twice

William Wilson was a gunman,
          the lowest kind of all:
A no-account bushwacker,
          who shot his ex-boss from behind a wall.
They hung him once and cut him down,
          he awoke and said, "I survive."
So they hung him again and he woke up in Hell
          claiming, "Hell, I'm burning alive!"

John Thornton: outlaw, drunk, pervert, and fool

I can't say fer' sure

but I do reckon

demons can reside in men.

They act the cur,

as if they were beckoned,

like outlaw John Thornton.

Jumbo John,

or Tub, Tubby, Tub'o'lard Thornton

was as evil as they get.

He beat his wife,

molested an' raped his daughter,

an' that ain't the worst of it yet.

The little gal

married her sweetheart pal

in a bid fer' a new life an' freedom.

But her pervert pa

clenched his jaw

an' swore ta' get between 'um.

The drunken sod,

who feared not God,

adhered to Hell's manifesto.

The honeymoon was bust,

it succumbed ta' blood lust:

John shot her with his pistol.

The trial was short,

a revenge seeking court:

"You will hang by yer' neck until dead."

On June twenty-eight,

eighteen-ninety an' two,

the noose nearly took off his head.

It was no surprise,

considerin' his size,

that his head nearly left his bod.

It was now too late,

as John met his fate,

with a new found fear of God.