The Wrong Man

The wrong man

Here's the rub
He drank in the wrong pub
Sang the wrong songs
Talked the wrong talk
The big talk of a little man
His time was almost up
Before last call
It was his time to walk
The stout drinker's walk
Mulling his mistake
Reflect on his fate
His courage and his cause
In unsupported solitude
Enemies at each compass point
Deprive his visual sense
Introducing dark death
On a line to hell.
Click - thud
Dead.