Little Goddess Of These Here Western Parts

I point my toy gun at you
and order you to remove your cowgirl britches.

You look at me in awe
I’m your first gunslinger.

In my Western vest
I’m a glorious pest.

You were innocent against the dusty hills
which were a mere thousand years old.

You were as sweet as honey.
I was a big brown Mexican bear.

I pointed my toy gun at the sun
and made you look up up up.

I pistol-whipped the moon
and made you watch.