Cowboy (poetic biography III)

i've got a smoking gun on my hip
and a smirk on my face

i've got a smoking gun on my hip
and a smirk on my face

i'm the envy of the masses
the conundrum of the press

present your accusations
and let me say my peace
i'll refute every word
and my heart won't skip a beat

my eyes are glistening
my hands are red
i've angered the proprietors
their house of cards has fallen
the world they built is dead

i've got a smoking gun on my hip
and a smirk on my face

the spooks and feds have got a wiff of blood
and now its time for the chase

lack of evidence is not justified by your best intentions
you've only got suspicion
i've got vindication

(note: written 4/18/05)