Poetry · Writing

Cowboy

Saddle up

and ride through

past the sun.

Your adventure is over

and tavern wenches pass

your tales like herpes.

Hat filled to the brim

of ego and spills

through the fresh bullet hole.

Sleep great adventurer. Your next

adventure has already begun.

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