A man named Morrison walked into town.

He came at night, He smoked, and He Drank.

 

He kept to Himself at the end of the bar.

It was still night while He smoked and He drank.

 

Another man came in, his name not important.

While he sat at the bar he tried to order.

 

Morrison reached into His Jacket-

In the night there was a bang, His gun barrel smoked.

 

The man who tried to order collapsed,

Crimson blood spilled onto the floor.

 

A man named Morrison walked out of town,

He left at night, He smoked a man.

A Coronation

 

A Coronation of a God or king?

You probably preferred God-

Or maybe emperor.

Not that it really matters-

Now you are framed!

Framed for the pleasure for all,

All those who care to see.

Hung in your capital Paris-

But you are a slave here.

No longer a conqueror, a defeat!

A defeat worse than Waterloo.

The once grand Napoleon trapped-

In oil paint.