Pistolero

In his mind he’s a pistolero Six guns slung before Tongue ever ready For the verbal quick draw. He’s an Internet Cowboy Found his true place Where he says what he likes But never face to face. One of the many so brave Hiding there in Cyberland Stabs you in the back while Publicly shaking your hand. Those anonymous heroes Seeking internet fame Hiding behind an assumed Cyberland nickname. How sad the cyber world Has granted free speech To this modern breed Of contemptible leech. In his mind he’s a pistolero Ever there in the rush To fire not from the hip But safely from an ambush