Laredo

modern cowboy’s lament

You’re too florid, too weepy for this sleepy street— even the fireplug looks away. The sidewalk should tip you off: this ain’t no lone prairie. Tumbleweeds never make it across I-35 so how the hell did you? We’re proud of our values here— especially our property values. Only broke people walk & to loiter is to litter. We may wear big hats as if at some point expecting exposure to the elements but for God’s sake, son, we die behind closed doors.