Sad Cowboy
All the world, is hatred
and I think I am love, or where are you fool
to think you're different from some body,
you've felt pain, your mind has opened as meat
and sweat. The place, is the final determination.
What is your place in the order of your feelings?
As the runner for your nation, focused on their needs,
what can you say or dream or float wild copper love in place of,
what you had, which was white and soft, and the vision of the farm
boy, standing in his shit. Replacing the man, and defining his demise.
But that crap is finished. I move with the rest, as strong as they,
knowing my own mind to be the unneeded rationale, the kindly explanation.