BULL GREASE GRIDDLE FIRE

not all cowboys are nice boys,
‘specially not me.
i’ve got chest hair now and
i’ve grown into my daddy’s big boots real nicely.
so i’m solo square dancin’ on his grave
swingin’ my gun with the safety off
yelling something about the merits of my dick and egoistic anarchism.
“you don’t walk into a man’s camp with your gun out “ they tell me.
well partner,
my name is snake boy.
i straddle fat train cars and i’ll shoot you from behind without a thought.
never think twice, sometimes not even once.
i’ve been known to rub up on cacti for a good time,
eat raw leather, trade syphilis for a horse…
hell, trade syphilis with a horse.
my mouth’s full of whiskey blood and rotten wood most every hour of the day.
i’ll fuck a man dead before i loot his pockets
take his shoes & wife cuz he ain’t need ‘em.
what’s my name again?
i never told you.