You see

Before the glorification of violence

Before the corporate scheme silently *unknown* you to smoke cigarettes

The cowboy meant nothing

He was the same as the dirt

Picking shit off worn clothes

And washing himself with the shame of impurity

That and shoot whiskey is all he's ever known

The same egotistical cowboy riding in to save the day with nothing but a stereotypical

White collar *unknown* values and a revolver with no regards

No safety

No remorse for their own sadistic nature

They'll eat you alive

Isn't irony beautiful from this side of things