Kowboys and Injuns.

Too wrapped up in others affairs

I forgot happiness can be a comfy chair;

Quit talking so much before I charge you for air.

This demented cowboy's gonna ride off into the sunset

Never look back, and stick it to the man with a rusty bayonet.

This is one spider you let pass

Thrown outside aided by paper and glass

She'll eat insects for another day

(insert british accent here)A pleasantly 'orrible masquerade

and the first time I'm caught without a mask,

would a shot and a smoke be too much for this lone ranger to ask?

I am told yes

and even though I don't care about agreement

I find myself distressed.

My muse isn't mine to have

and a part of me is glad to put it all to rest.