I’m a show pony
Rambling with incoherence and sweat and a directionless
chattering of my lips and teeth
slapping together
with the delirium of wisdom in a tighter space than
really should be allowed right about now
they’ll strap on my feedbag
and send me out to the pasture
to put a pistol square on my forehead
and fire this bullet of confetti back into my brain
where I’ll dream of the range
before I was taken to be paraded
in front of the masses
shuffling and showing my gums
to check my value
against the barcode and the blue book
page
the one with the picture of me
smiling with a dead man’s grin
hugging the fence for dear life
and being so much more than they bargained for when they put the down payment on me slapped a harness on my back and corralled me with a whip and a chair to usher me out to the dusty trail
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