Well, everybody scattered and go respectable, PeeWee a cave eremite sipping champagne, Yer-Say back in his swamp, Walt and Andy unspeakable as ever with the turncoat Fee wearing lacy things, only D'Artagnan (what kind of name for a warrior is that?) was true and true in the end.
The sqaws? much noise little bells, they are back on teepees mending moccasins with lacy things in a twist.
The war is over because sqaws played dirty...

This warpath in the company of unruly braves
cannot end but a disaster if we reach the end,
“Yer-say Devil” is flying higher than eagles
and PeeWee wont come up of the frigging bed,
“Seat-Polished-Clean” cannot let go bathing, and
here I am holding the hand of a fake musketeer
calling himself brave “William-Always-Lost,”
of Fukabee’s tribe, the one that have no sense.

While the kitten-squaws are sharpening claws,
we have PeeWee with champagne and cigars
brought by Pale Face John Leko, who is a winy
passing firewater and his finest poetry by far,
while “Yer-say Devil” no near of that cave
let alone in the desert smoking cactus he begun,
and some chill is going down this brave body
because I haven’t heard of that treacherous Walt.

The red-coat Andy of Nelson’s ship a descendant
are making trouble agitating all the ladies wagons,
squaws that haven’t apparently nothing else to do,
and should be cleaning, cooking and making love,
instead they are with double crossing brave from Fee
shining their behinds by doing nothing at all,
Sioux brave “Riding Love” lose without a battle,
between her thighs is where squaw fight her wars.

Oh! “Shining Moonstone” wherever you are watch out!
in the grass goes a little rattlesnake “Southern Comfort”
which doesn’t like no rivals around a Chief teepee, as
“Head-on-Fire” swears, she got her ass well chewed off,
even the Apache Princess “Turtle-Shell” will avoid her,
and so that Choctaw belle which if not duck fast enough
when that silent rattlesnake…(say that again?)…appears
like an hungry puma coming out to make you its lunch.

Consolation I got from Fukabee “Always-Lost” that said
a William ain’t a William if he is lost for some words,
he said goodbye and headed east, where sun comes up
and where the wind takes that special “Yer-Say” foul odor.
I need to change the name of the horse, a brave cannot
be taken seriously when riding on a creature named “Love”
maybe I will change it before he dies of utterly boredom,
but he ain’t the will or the energy to be called Crazy Horse.

If you see a brave riding into the sunset…
it is me, Sioux Ed, on its way to a Cherokee’s love.