Obviously, we prefer them dead - Villains, men of rakish fame, Those who's defective moral compasses led here, a town Canyon-held, wearing its infamy quite proud; which claims Great notability, for within its revered resting grounds Lies Western Nobility. Good Bill's old bones, its said Are buried high upon the hill. We come, for its well known The sun set on him centuries ago. In Deadwood instead We found his rough descendents of a sort, peopling casinos; Every old saloon packed full of video slots, and endless droning 80's rock on weekday nights. Here's still a cast of the unsavory, Preoccupied with gambling delights - even one uninviting Corner burlesque, tucked suggestively out of sight. Knavery Prospers today, tradition is still carried on in its own way, - But we'd hoped for old vice, preserved and made into bouquets.
~CRH June 2012 Note: Feel free to share my work with others but please make sure to use my name if you do.