sand…
sand…
dust…
The sun hangs over
As I ride my steed
Deeper into the valley
Hungry eyes lingering
On my head, wishin’
I was dead
sand…
sand…
so much sand…
This is the life
Of a desperado, an
Outlaw, a man without
Name or country, all i have
Is my horse, Larry, and the
Birds that fly over, taking
Bites out the sky, all because
I forgot to pay my tab
sand…
sand…
too much sand…
I’m no drunkard though,
I’m a free spirit, but sometimes
I gets a bit thirsty is all, not always
Sure for what though. A pain that
you can’t lasso or shoot at sundown
or avoid like Injuns in the night…
Maybe one day I will finds out
What this thing inside wants, maybe
Out here in the dreaded beige yonder…
sand…
sand…
more sand…
sand…
Written for The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest.
Great work! I got very thirsty reading this!
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Thank you. I had a darn tootin’, Rasputin’, good ol’ time writing it. *shoots wildly into the sky while tossing inordinate amounts of chewing tobacco into my face*
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🔫 Yee-ha!
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