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I can not help it when I hear about the Gentle Giant, thinking of this wonderful poem by this wonderful poet. OK, well, it’s a poem. Sort of.

He’ll Never Row His Boat To Shore!
The Saga of Michael Brown

There was a store in Ferguson town
With grocery goods and meats.
And in one day strolled Michael Brown,
Who stole some Swisher Sweets.

To mix tobacco with some pot
Is what he meant to do.
Though smoking certainly is not
A healthy thing to do.

Abetted in this robbery
By his friend D. Johnson,
Who then would tell a great big lie
As soon as it was done.

And thus began the fatal chain
All across the nation.
Just like those things that happen in
Final Destination.

The post-death autopsy, it found
Michael weighed three hundred,.
And he would throw his weight around.
Getting what he wanted.

Meanwhile an innocent white cop
Was out there on patrol,
When he made a 10-20 stop,
On Michael on a stroll.

Officer Wilson was his name
Just 26 years old.
A man with no real claim to fame,
Who did what he was told.

He requested that Michael halt,
And step out of the road.
What happened next was Michel’s fault
As to the car he strode!

Reaching through the window with
His gentle giant paw.
Brown punched Wilson in the head
Before he even saw!

Then Brown then tried to steal his gun
To shoot Poor Wilson dead.
But even though Wilson was stunned,
This brave man kept his head!

Michael Brown was so much bigger
Still Wilson kept his gun,
And though dazed, he pulled the trigger.
This was shot number one.

Brown then backed away and ran,
But then turned back around,
Then madly charged the policeman
So Wilson shot him down.

Wilson plugged him six more times!
And only then Brown stopped.
Was he high, or was it his crimes?
Or Suicide by Cop?

Brown lay there in the blood and gore,
As people gathered round.
He’ll never row his boat to shore.
He will not make a sound.

Meanwhile Johnson lied that Wilson
Shot Brown down like a brute,
While Brown kneeled, his hands to the sun
And begging, “Please don’t shoot!”

Johnson’s lies got spread all around
And caused an angry mob.
Poor Wilson got run out of town,
Just for doing his job.

Then, a grand jury heard the case,
With all the evidence.
Finding Johnson was way off base
And Wilson’s innocence.

But still the lie was spread around
There wasn’t justice yet.
Criminal blacks burned down the town,
Lest we forget! Lest we forget!

This is a saga about the recent events in Ferguson. I believe I have a unique perspective, because I am an assistant manager at a convenience store, and there are all kinds of mean people who come in and dare you to stop them from stealing things.

It appears the original suspected forgery in progress was due to a shop suspecting Floyd was passing a counterfeit $20 bill. In that case it’s not unreasonable to think Floyd could have been oblivious to the fact the bill might be fake, and honestly indignant/confused as to him being cuffed.

There are many terrible criminals who pull the race card to get out of jail free, but you’d have to be reaching to see it in this one. We’re not only potentially looking at a murder, but also a murder of a completely innocent civilian in Floyd if he did not knows his $20 bill was bad.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCb8gFRrJU0