MARVEL THE MUSTANG

“he’s almost for real…”

And to think that

we’d fall for that,

to spur a lame-ass

plastic horse to

go faster, as if

he’s Pegasus

and we’re galloping

across Greek skies

or we’re some kind of

bronc-bustin cowboy

herdin’ cattle

across the Rio

Whatever, hell,

the spell broke

after the third

time you dug your

spurs into that

hollow-bellied 

horse, how could this 

mutant mustang match 

the stick ponies of 

your youth?

yarn manes flying

in the west wind,

you could giddyup

across the west

pony express style,

tie up at the

saloon hitchin 

post and belt back 

shots of redeye 

pepsi, gun down 

the bad guys and 

save the town from 

rustlers and  outlaws,

all you needed was

a star and a 

steed to be the 

stuff of legend.