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a six shooter

called Witty Rejoinder

And I tell you what,

Me and Bob and Witty

we rode the fucking range

This thing here is two poems and one’s about proper shit

uess, just the way you like it and the other one

isn’t much to look at, mostly about what a horse smells like

when he’s been slurping up Jack and ice froh

The first poeoes like this:

A few little-known facts about cowboys:

Most of us are girls

Obsolescence does not trouble us

We have a dental plan

What I can tell you is cows smell like office work and