Mojito the Bandito
Mojito the Bandito,
On the run from the law.
Hired an impersonator,
So in two places, he can be saw.
Committing crimes,
But seen with an alibi.
The adventures he had,
His schemes weren’t shy.
The cartels took notice,
Alas it couldn’t last,
Told Mojito to stop,
Or his head they would blast.
But Mojito wasn’t stupid,
He had a plan to enact,
Told his impersonator to wait,
Then it was Mojito’s time to act.
He shot the man himself,
Displayed his body on the town’s wall.
Made the cartels happy,
And Mojito attended his own funeral.
Now he rides free,
A gun at his side.
Named Mojito no more,
His face he must hide.
Beware the masked bandit,
The criminal with no name,
He will kill you where you stand,
And leave with no shame.
This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly
