Circle A Dude Ranch           
The Dead Poet
12/05/95

Circle A Rancheros
Emerge through the dust
Pulling their sombreros
From their stitched shut eyes

Six shooters at hand
Set to kill (in their fantasies)
Industrial bands
They think they're told what to despise

A Fist Full Of Dollars
Would persuade them in a second
That black coats and white collars
Or grey suits are all they need

The Good, Bad, and Ugly
Are all Unforgiven
Children go hungry
While hate is all they feed

-new rhyme pattern-

Nine Inch Nails for spurs
Purchased with dough at Macy's
Their favorite John Waynes
Are Bobbit and Gacy

They piss in the spitoons
At the saloon of slacker hell
Try to be The Wall
But they're still Saved By The Bell

-check this part out-

You - dis me for what?
Don't - even pretend that violence is redeemable
Know - yourself, and your friend, and keep no foe
What - do you think anarchy is?
You're - not the rebel you pretend to be
Talking - loud, ain't saying nothing
About - face, pop boy.