a man named zues

this is another narrative, i think it may actually have been earlier than "fear" poem. one tell-tale sign is the use of the word "scuz," which i abandoned by seventh grade at the latest.

let me tell you the story of old man zues
who's father died by the noose
born nearly 100 years ago
in a cabin, in the snow
when he was young he had a heart of gold
but this quickly changed as he grew old
when he was only ten
he had his first fight
he was determined
to prove his might
he got hurt
and hit
and kicked
and trashed
then thrown
and mangled
and beat
and bashed
and in case you have not figured out:
he did not win that bout
well zues was mad, that's easy to see
but he had too much pride to flee
instead he trained, and trained real hard
to keep from becoming a tub of lard
he built his muscle, his power, his might
and once again he was ready to fight
he was his bout without a doubt
and suddenly he carried a lot more clout
he gained in fame
he was now in charge
by the time he was twenty
he was livin' large
"I'm the greatest! I am strong!"
"Don't cross me man, don't do me wrong!"
"I'll knock you down 'cause I'm the best,"
"You mess with me you die like the rest!"
well zues continued to lie
and cheat
and fight
so the cops came for him
in the night
he shot at them, they shot back
then they started to raid his shack
zues ran away, forever gone
off to commit another wrong
they caught him though, put him in a cage
where he grew to middle age
as he grew old, he grew wise
and a lot easier to despise
he controlled the other prisoner's lives
controlled their children
controlled their wives
he once again grew in clout
and used that power to help him break out
he ran away where they wouldn't find
and he left his other life behind
zues found himself a little lady
and had himself a little baby
but this being good he couldn't stand
so more crime he began
he ran away, left his wife
he went back to his evil life
"gotta steal, lie and cheat,"
"that evil feeling can't be beat!"
well time passed as it often does
but old man zues was still a scuz
zues grew wrinkled, old, and gray
he couldn't continue in his way
he stayed at home, never more to roam
where he died sad--and alone
does this story have a moral?
is it not to lie and not to quarrel?
well, there really isn't one
i wrote the story just for fun