Elmore's Peeps Ain’ No Mo’

They Gone

By GC  Smith

He said.  She said.  They all said, cool stuff.  They were from Detroit, or South Florida, or Haiti, or Africa.  They were white lowlifes.  They were black lowlifes.  They were cops.  They were robbers.  They were judges.  They were ‘hoes.  They came from mean streets and they wanted.  Wanted money.  Wanted love.  Wanted power.  Wanted something, sometimes just a night in a motel.  They were all a bit twisted, some more than a bit. They were cool.  Now, they won’t be again.  Their DNA ran out with Elmore Leonard’s.  Too bad.  They were the best.  Ever.