of haystacksAnd unguarded cows
It was hard not to be a tipper.
The recreation of the outside lands
Could suck you in like a sinkhole.
Then what? Hang with a squalid squad
Easily turning criminal?
Pushing big animals is small time.
I’ve always had bigger dreams.
To be supreme,
Zipping down the fast lane
To Chicago, New York,
The Clinton Library,
I’ll raid wherever they won’t have me.
These negotiations are above bovine crime,
It’s big bucks or bust for me.
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