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.