MY PISTOL IS LOADED

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RANTS & CHANTS

 

My pistol is loaded as I head

                         out for

                   the Wild West

 

Tales of Buffalo hunts

                        and killer coyotes

                  have been

                       fed my head

 

and I really wonder

 

I hop on my horse

                     and we head

                              toward Reno

 

leaving “sane” society behind

 

3 motorcycles without drivers

                          slowly

                 pass before us

 

The trucks and Pintos

                   and rabbits

               all pass before us

 

(a race with a rabbit?

            sorry wrong story)

 

The promised land lies

                      over

             the mountains

                   but there’s

 

3 mountains to cross

 

So we head to California

                     and wonder

              what’s in store

 

The sun is sinking faster

                so I know

        I’m on my way

 

May 15, 1986

 

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