A wild woman of the west
I blossomed and then died
But not before I wrote my name
On Tombstone's seedy hide
I loved my Doc despite our rows
I followed him through hell
I watched him shoot up rustlers
He fought against Death's knell
Consumption took him mighty fast
And what was I to do
I did not want to be the bride
Forever glum and blue
So, I honed my skills at pleasing men
And struck it rich in bed
While none could love me good as Doc
It kept my mouth well fed
I never told of what I knew
Of shootouts at corrals
But I was known among the town
As every man's best gal
I gambled good as any king
A witty, outlaw lass
I lived a life chalk full of warmth
Rough and loose and crass
If I could only live again
I'd do it just the same
Except I'd make my Darling Doc
Live long to see his fame
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Wicked Women
PoesíaWicked Women is a collection of poems written from the eyes of history's most maligned and hated women. This collection explores what motivated these "evil" women to commit murders, robberies, and other infamous crimes and offers a glimpse beyond th...
