Inner Dillema Ode to the Cowboy
I will... I will never
I can't get in
I can't get it out
It's pounding inside
Not unlike a chlid throwing a tantrum over denied toys
Rum-ta-ta-tum; Rum-tum-ta-tle-um
Stop chipping me away
That's enough now
What do I want
to say? to do? to realize.
Man, this has got to END
Not now, maybe later when I'm ready
Fire at will!
HA! You missed!
Oh, now I remember...

Where are my pants?
I was in sort of a silly mood when I wrote this... I wanted a poem that ended with the word 'pants' because I thought, at the time, that the word 'pants' was the shiz-nit. That's just me, and now I'm in highschool... yeah...
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