Edgier, maybe. Nevertheless, I am
King of the Cowboys, Lord of the Saving Grace,
The Prince of Pizza, OMG Duke of Earl.
And late to my own funeral, if what
I see is what there is, reality
A cognomen for disappointment, cheese
Spritzed from a spray can, Gandalf with a sawn
Lady in half, too grey to sing the blues.
Birthdays! I tell me. Birthdays! Let them bring
Adoration and single malt and straw
Spun from gold on an old potholder frame.
Maybe I'll let them stay to pay the bills
For Gro-Lights that can't remember when to stop.
King of the Cowboys, closing down the range.
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