Laredo

modern cowboy’s lament

You’re too florid, too weepy
for this sleepy street—
even the fireplug looks away.
The sidewalk should tip you off:
this ain’t no lone prairie.
Tumbleweeds never make it across I-35
so how the hell did you?
We’re proud of our values here—
especially our property values.
Only broke people walk
& to loiter is to litter.
We may wear big hats
as if at some point expecting
exposure to the elements
but for God’s sake, son,
we die behind closed doors.

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For those who aren’t familiar with the old ballad I’m riffing on, here’s the Wikipedia article.

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2 Comments


  1. I’ve got property values! Now, after reading this, I’ve got propriety values, by gawd.

    Nice gallop to the beat.

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