DEAD AND LOVING IT

Oh the barrels blast and the bodies bend
on Oakman streets several times a day.
Bitter Creek Outlaws
dueling to the death
with that wretched Ghostrider gang.

Eyes glued from tourist stares
while the accusations exploded,
outraged father’s vowing slaughter
over violated daughters.

Tensions grips before the pistols boom,
everyone ends up on the ground,
audience regaled by the bloodless drama
no bullet holes can be found.

What old west tale unfolds in regular duels,
impressing the visiting dudes,
local never flinch at the spectacle,
their burro behinds merely lifting their tails,
leaving their criticisms and indifference
in warm smelly piles.