The bucking bronc
Flies me around
The arena
Faster
Than he
Was let
Out of
The Shute
Brass buckled
Wrangler
Laced in mud
And manure
Now the scent
That permeates
The hair
That was so
Coiffed and pretty
Now looks
Like a stiff wind
Shook it up
More than
Than that
Alcohol
In the
Martini shaker
I’m well shaken
Not stirred
Mr. Bond
Not that
I ever was
A show pony
With pedigree
More mustang
Than thoroughbred
My breeding stock
Reads like
A serving of
Pickled herring
And the
Cheapest vodka
Found
from R's rue https://ift.tt/xXOI0nH
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