Cowboys don’t feel shame no matter how many gowns they rip.

John Wayne’s Honda Civic got gallup to it

and cracked headlights that don’t feel shame, neither.

The folks a man meets:

Women and men and poets and artists;

Sorceresses and thieves.

Cowboys write about tumbleweeds and necrophilia;

Got dirty teeth;

are Phillip Morris friendly.

John Wayne has nightmares:

hotel rooms, hotel rooms,

giant swimming beasts.