Wanted: Dead or alive…

Chased across country,

By sheriff, state trooper & local alike,

In cars, on trains, in planes and on a bike,

On foot, running, walking, hiding behind trees,

If they catch me I won’t go without a fight,

Someone will die, besides the one they want, me…

Do I feel like “the fugitive”?

Do I feel fear like most others?

Do I carry a gun, do I carry a knife,

Both and nothing, I fight and escape,

I live as free as possible; I use my senses,

I stay alert; I fight all comers for this is my life…

Am I afraid, scared, & frightened?

Who do I fear most, the private citizen, with a price on my head,

The bounty hunter as he is more willing to kill,

Or the cops as they have been humiliated in past by me,

I have escaped, I have made them embarrassed, but I have yet to kill…

Where to next, the top of a building, the bottom of a chasm,

All this running, mystery & fear brings me to the point of orgasm,

I sometimes look disheveled, sometimes though I am clean-shaven,

Keep changing myself do I, as it is the only way to avoid,

A life of constant flex I do lead, living off the land,

Some do actually help me; most just want the money,

But I cannot blame them; I just watch them with a wary eye,

They are the ones I fear most, I do not want to the free world to say goodbye,

I am still alive such as it is…………………………………..still

                    © ed ~ 12/3/04