Nomads Get My Blood Pumpin’
#5 of Poems
A poem about impossible decisions
The hero met by all the villains
Innocent little guy
Staring down two barrels
Wonderin' which one he'd rather take
Not really a decision for a good guy
It's distasteful, degrading, and lewd
Becoming a martyr is one thing
But at least biting the bullet would hurt less
Face it, you've been rolling the dice in a world that's already tough
And it would appear it's all coming back to haunt you
Caught somewhere between reputation and chastity
This is where your carefree life has lead you
There is, of course, still the false hope
That everything will turn out good in the end
Problem is that there's only one end
And the other leads to a lifetime of doubt