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Cattle Rustler

Published by broussardlana on February 3, 2016

Out in the pasture at night
hiding among the mesquite branches
stalking the soul of beasts
touching your rope
sweaty, gritty hands
how many this time?
Spurred by greed
you want what isn’t yours
bully and threaten
force is the only
thing you comprehend.
Out in prime country grazing land
you have lain your principles down
unrepentant racist that you are.
You with the empty soul
but with full pockets
you demean the
efforts and purpose of others.
Cross your path
and you will throw up a fist
but there is punishment
for crimes you do.
Loud, you are always the loudest
in the room…
you switch moods
like you switch those pearly button shirts.
Cattle Rustler, you are no victim
you have sinned against many
you self-righteous fool.
Stalking the cattle
to see which one might bring
the most money
to your pockets.
Passing the fattened beast
off as your own
like you took money
from the bent old lady’s purse.
Laughing to yourself
getting away with it all
you are quite similar to
the bloated calf.
Up ahead the fence is strong
cutting your leg on the barb wire
you can’t bleed
you soul-less cowboy thief.
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