So
About that horse program
About those comely numbers
About the chalky text
About where we left it
About what it all adds up with
About screwy compasses and headstrong lasses with golden tresses
About strands of DNA blowin in the wind
About youth misspent in backs of cramped autos
About italicized dialogue shouted from rooftops of our dead heroes
About bullets and blankets of dead weight
About horses roamin free as all get out
About man on horse Equus type shit
About the time we all forgot our clothes and wept in the tacky streets
About who it really was at the door
About why we never talk anymore
About taking that horse and just riding into the proverbial sunset
About that horse program
What did you think, anyways
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