Jesse James Poem by Randy McClave

Jesse James enjoyed his job
Which was not to labor, but to rob,
He enjoyed stealing money from trains and banks
Then when he took their cash, he always gave thanks;
And then sometimes for an added thrill
Jesse James, enjoyed to kill.
He believed that his victims money belonged to him
So, he took it with much glory and mayhem,
And because of him, some others were not fed
He took their money, he put other family's in the red,
The money that he stole it was always quickly spent
Sometimes for his wife and children, gone went every cent,
So, out on the trail Jesse went again to raid
To earn his living, thievery was his only trade.
He was enthralled by the planning and the stealing
And he was overwhelmed by the killing,
Luck doesn't follow anyone forever as many will say
Sooner or later to the Devil, all sinners must pay,
Jesse James robbed and he killed for years upon years
To many people and families he brought depravity and tears,
He loved his work along with its benefits through his endeavor
But, he knew that his business wouldn't last forever,
Jesse James knew that one day that he would be retired;
And he did, when Bob Ford's gun was fired.

Randy L. McClave