You see before the glorification of

Violence

Before the corporate schemes silently Coercing you to smoke cigarettes

The cowboy meant nothing

He was the same as the dirt

Picking shit off his worn clothes

And washing himself with the shame

Of impurity

That and cheap whiskey is all he'd Ever known

The same egotistical cowboy

Riding in to save the day with nothing

But his stereotypical white collar

Pearl snap values and a revolver

With no regards

No safety

No remote for there own sadistic

Nature

They'll eat you alive

Isn't irony beautiful from this side of Things?