Ode To Sin City Poem by William Mowell

I live in a place called Sin City
Where the card sharks say just hit me

Revolution time is upon us
Everyone here making a fuss

The crooked and the cops
Who will end up on top

Six-gun's leave a name and place
But no one here to remember the face

The ones that started this war
They even shot the eagle that soared

There's a beauty in a cowgirl getup
A crooked cop that makes the setup

Of a man that has nothing to loose
His fate was something he didn't choose

And to think a dead girl started all this
But a fatal clue is something they all missed