Doodyville 1960

Buffalo Bob shakes his head

                 at Clarabelle honking his horn

                             to summon their menagerie

Chief Thunderthud downs a shot of firewater

slurring Cowabunga   to a vacant Peanut Gallery

Howdy bites the bullet, locks himself in the toilet

there’s no one pulling any strings

                             I’m disappearing

                                   I would wring my hands

                                               If I still had two