The wild Wild West isn’t so wild anymore.
It’s now mostly parking lots, suburbs, and shopping malls.
But I did fuck a cowboy once.
His horse wasn’t as big as he said,
and I would have mistaken it for a petting zoo donkey in a parade.
Idk how he could take it to the rodeo.
And he was terrible with a lasso.
At least on me.
But who would be able to lasso me?
I’m the 21st century Wild West:
Weed, psychedelics, and new age philosophies,
Conquering the vast plains of the sub-conscience.
Maybe I just fucked a cowboy to brag about it.