Warning.

[cowboy_ranger]

Stop, don't believe my son
to include everyone
they will tell you lies
and feed you to the lions

put you on a shelf
keep you to themselves
until you're all alone
prone to feel the fire

of insane burns with the fury of their prayers
their wishes are but cinches in anomalous affairs
distinct revolution will only bring you woes
your best bet is to grovel at their toes

Beast your way through the night
best put up a fight
before you lose the light
these demons want your life

Drink beyond their sup
until you're all used up
just a passing thought
a fond memory now lost

and found bound to these stripes made deep within the sand
no matter how much peace you horde its clearly us and them
the fight is not of might but who has the quickest pen
I tell you its the essence not the presence of the man

But wait, I may have said too much
we all have our crutch
the spirit does what it must
the form is as real as the dust

Take your moves with care
Do not stay in there
the mind's an awful place
where even the best of us get erased

misplaced chasing down our nasty bare-assed thoughts
like dogs after danger with a heavy ornate cross
the stink of our think can only be a sign
that these swollen ideas are over-ripe