I could see untamed in her fiery eyes
but I'm way to old for a wild ride
but once upon a time I wrangled on in
tried to treat her like a lady and nearly died
taming a bucking star is emotional suicide.
If I could do it all over again
i'd toss the saddle, rope and bit
spur her hard on the flanks
make my way down to her lips
buck her until I spilled my brains
jump off and never look back again.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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