Heartbreakin’ Cross State Lines

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.

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