#HEYcOWBOY

HEY COWBOY, BE READY TO DRAW

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019

You can never gallop away just because your horse is the quickest on four hooves

Keepin’ that six gun loaded is a capitol idea since if it shoots blanks it really proves

That gunpowder’s loaded in brass shells and packed down by bullets, won’t fire free

Look down the barrel into the dark, black hole and see the same thing you die to see.

Some folks just don’t listen to reason and barely succumb to deadly force in the face

So there’s always a chance that you have to kill the living to stay alive, a human’s race

To be or not to be isn’t always the only question but it may be the final one’s slue sky

No sound of words left to ring in the ear until written down on the rock’s goddess pie.

No friend of mine is the antithesis of the creator of this universe, this Earthly stardust

Illusionary delusions diverting attention from the key, the target, the price is right prize

Blazing sunshine, burning the skin into a dead tan above the bare bones and blood lust

For the sake of the Christ and the other Jesus’ in this crystalline ball of liquid gas’s lies.

Trouble is that there isn’t any that I can’t get out of with or without a scratch of my skin

Got my pistol strapped onto my thigh and it stays put in the holster until I draw within

Candyman’s what I am when I make the sweet love’s panty’s drop and cherry pops it out

You can’t see how hot the spot is when it’s burnin’ up the ground of being, my ale’s stout.

From the flow of the lead into the gold, petrified and indentured mutates into the flow

Mocha choka lata ya ya, gitchy, gitchy voulez vous couches doin’ nine to five in the glow

Of a full moon swingin’ around in planetary-like fashion, around the essence of Earth

Dreamin’ of what could be, if only but now it’s The One, it had to be, a cowgirl’s birth.

Survivin’ the fighter mode with the quickest draw ever recorded from draw to pistol bang

Couldn’t stop the bullet in the back from the coward who wasn’t old enough to neck hang

Baby in the bed, pulled the trigger of the Colt .45 loaded with my number IV, The Boss

On the blue steel under the pearl handle, hidden for the sake of a possible cowgirl loss.

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r j j Stephan, I

c. September 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 2:35 PM EST { written while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera #Beautiful & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eAfyFTzZDMM }

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