By Baxter Black, DVM
The West was peppered with bad guys whose conduct was misunderstood
Yet, today we treat them as heroes like they were a Robin Hood.
We tend to portray them as victims, who, through no fault of their own
Grew up to be convicts and perverts, but, hey, they were raised in a broken home.
They’d rob from the wealthy it’s storied. They’d plunder and steal for a lark.
Then pass out gift boxes on weekends to orphans and nuns in the park.
They’d burn down a village but were sorry, and regretted things done even worse.
Darlin’ Nell got caught in the crossfire, they cried as they lifted her purse.
They never intended to hurt folks, but accidents happen, they do!
Now we speak of them all with compassion, ‘cause bad guys have feelings, too.
We sing of their legends in ballads, we lift up their deeds in a song
And although it sounds so romantic, to me it seems dreadfully wrong.
‘Cause Pancho Villa was a narcisstic bag of sheep pellets. So was Billy the Kid.
Jessie James became a hero for the foul evil deeds that he did.
The bandit Joaquin was a horse thief, Claude Dallas a
The Sundance Kid was a scumbag who got his thrills robbin’ the train.
The Godfather made folks an offer he said they couldn’t refuse
If they did he’d take them out swimming, wearing their concrete shoes
Bonnie and Clyde were both psychos, Pretty Boy Floyd was a rat
And Pancho Villa was a narcisstic bag of sheep pellets, but I guess I done told you that.