but the world is getting worse,
and the people keep being
idiots and/or psychopaths.
They honk like they're preachin',
Scroll like they're prayin',
Fight over coffee creamers
Like it means somethin’ grand.
While the suits play pretendin’.
I’m just sittin’ on this porch swing,
Tryin’ to keep from defendin’
A world gone sideways.
Leather boots, outlaw truth,
and heartbreak endings,
let's sing through the static,
like fine gone poet cowboys.