The Epic Of Johnny Wells (Part II)

ForeverJesus7

So continues the epic,

of the Legend Johnny Wells,

and the short life that he lived.

It was a full life although some may say,

he took more than he would give.

So Johnny was now known,

as Johnny 'to bad',

by the kids, his new friends, and the females.

He was known by other drug dealers,

and the law,

for all the drugs he'd sell.

Now Johnny stopped going to church,

and stopped talking to God.

Still his mother was always,

praying for him.

She knew that he was lost.

Every night Johnny was living,

a full life of sin -

either smoking weed, selling drugs,

or having sex with different women.

At the age of fifteen,

Johnny was tired of walking,

so he bought a car.

It was old, always filled with money,

and rumbled when it parked.

So Johnny continued to grow,

as he continued to live his life.

Now Johnny Wells was known

for a life of crime.

As the years turned,

so did Johnny's age.

He was now sixteen,

arrogant, and called himself made.

Until one day he was gambling,

with other people in the park,

until one day a fight broke out,

and Johnny let out two shots.

This time there was no escaping.

Three years later,

he was finally taken away.

He stayed in jail,

and wasn't let out.

There was only him,

to blame.

 

 

 

  • Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2018 00:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: Again, the fictional yet Christian story is, 'The Epic Of Johnny Wells' (Part II). I hope you continue to like it. Persistence is key
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks FRIEND for a very graphic (but often true) story ! The moral so far (to me) is: If we PLAY ~ FAST & LOOSE ~ we end up SLOW & FETTERED ! Yours BRIAN ~ Please check my POEMS & FUSION Thanks ~ B !

    • ForeverJesus7

      Thank you for your input. I hope you continue to write, as I hope I do.
      Persistence is key



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