Buffalo Bill killed the West and than made a whore out of it
World wide brotherhood
I woke up in the morning and had a hard on so big I couldn't get it through the door
That bloody 10 cent whore from Bankok, a city by the cock of no other name
Wild eyed mountain boy and his silver sword
We sat by the fire and ate ranch horse and beans
The cowboys were so full of gas that they exploded and were flattened like bloody pancakes
It aint nothing miss Robin, she gives me this look I've done something wrong
The train blows the whistle as we chase it with blazing guns and dog like glee
We jump into Loco Larry's batmobile and ride off into the sunset
We planted a crop of marijuana and hid it behind a row of corn
A lion and tiger fuck in old Mrs. Farthings living room (trying to make a Liger)
Who cares about these phony baloney people
These pea brained assholes who fill their faces and display there diplomas on the wall
I love your body honey, your face, your ass, your spirit drives the skin
My Grandfather is flying to Texas on angel wings.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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