I’m So Over Cowboys
by Tim Barrus
A box of fun this bringing me a big disguise. A box of fun and the big blue skies. That’s how the bad boys you got the bad boys they would put you in the drunk tank. This was how we rolled. These guys are all dead. But were we ever really here. Stop asking so many questions. Bootleggers. We owned Canada. Canada has been overrun by hyenas. They could have said no comment. The hyenas don't like cops and they have this spray thing where the hyenas drop like flies. How could you have ever known it would come to this. But do hyenas have sex and impregnate themselves. Yes.
Physics is kinda fun. But be careful when you touch. Then, touch it. If I was your boyfriend.
All the Other Kids were bad boys, too. We were doing what was not done in polite society. We were surviving.
The real cowboys were riding the desert like the thing is a beast on dirt bikes. We are the hyenas. Put on your war paint.
There is a long 3,000 page manuscript (I had to do that) where hyenas are in 7-ll. They ate Florida. In the entire time I have been immersed in physics, the question, why is there a Florida has never really been answered.
You want what.
Do I appear to be the Shell Answer Man to you.
Me either.
Hyenas are pack animals. They like to kill small lions. I went to school with hyenas. Prisoners of the minute. There is a Naked Fat Guy and this kid dressed as Spiderman I speak to Aliens. I said your hair’s a flyer. The kid has a tambourine. They follow me to the store. It’s a great decision and a thousand whores.
There was no word (a Nazi murderer of children he used for experimentation, Doctor Asperger, is this Hollywood, or what the fuck). Asperger put kids with Aspergers into the Asperger ovens. Never let me go.
And none of us Neuromisfits fit into the suburbs which is fit fine if you fit in but there are fines imposed upon the rest of us. That and we do not trust tit. Asperger would want to know what’s not to trust.
I’m strange. I apologize and I beg beg beg your forgiveness. I am your slave and then I have to go.
It’s a bass drum and the kid. Spiderman. We watch them disappear as the wind sweeps the Pitch Black English Channel in the witch's brew below. Bullwinkle, send in the next one. Why are the guys with the drums allowed in the street, Bullwinkle. A box of fun things.
I do not know where they live. — tim barrus