what m’ ex-ol’ lady’s lawyer blew m’way, I guess.

Got bucked off agin offa Honey Bun

an’ then offa Sweetie Pie too. Well, shit.

I toughed it out till I passed out cold,

woke up in a hospital bed somewheres.

Woulda read th’ Horse Gazette or Girlie Times

but watched the show instead

on th’ TV set, th’ “Wild Six-gun Screamin’ Kid’s Revenge” it was.

When I got out I went an’ drank

an’ drank an’ punched a queer an’ pissed m’ pants so bad

I wished thet I was dead.

Well, screw ‘m all. Don’t care no more,

I’m on th’ bus fer Reno with a plate stuck in m’ head.

by Thomas Whitehead