wouldn’t mind ridin into town on a horse.
six-shooter full of vicious.
set the whole town on fire, then ride
atop the first hill to watch it burn.
but that’s make believe. easier
just to switchblade the next baggypant
that passes the bodega and wonders
how this wall holds up all of my mean.
climb the staircase to the top
to watch the moonlight turn his blood black.
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