[I]It was many a decade ago, you know,[/I]
[I]when the cottonwood trees would blow.[/I]
[I]When the noon standing high was the best time to die,[/I]
[I]but now only cars come and go.[/I]
[I]It was many a decade ago, you see,[/I]
[I]when a gunfighter stood still and stared.[/I]
[I]His cigarette lipped-loose, his Colt holstered tight;[/I]
[I]any man he'd face, who cared?[/I]
[I]A far simpler time had ticked back then,[/I]
[I]where talk was talk, walks were walks, and men were men.[/I]
[I]But as time flied by, chivalry took a deep dive,[/I]
[I]and now the only standoffs left are for the last iPhone 5.[/I]
[I]Where cows once grazed are now shrouded and hazed,[/I]
[I]and Mother Earth's been stabbed with fences.[/I]
[I]When one single country can waste our whole world,[/I]
[I]they said the gunfighter had no senses![/I]
[I]It was just a few days ago now, friend,[/I]
[I]when the gunfighter's life came to an end.[/I]
[I]But a bullet through his stance wasn't his last dance--[/I]
[I]he was an "old, gray crook" with no chance.[/I]
[I]It just happened yesterday, I was there,[/I]
[I]when the gunfighter fell six-feet in the dirt.[/I]
[I]And the few who remembered him stood around silent
[/I][I]and faked being actually hurt.
[/I][I]But I remembered the wild, free days he lived and a time that's no longer dear,[/I]
[I]and call me crazy if you must: the gunfighter's life must've been better than here.[/I]
--
Inspired by Johnny Cash.
Read it aloud, the rhythm is all over the place
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