the age of aquarius
flexes its power
ushering constellations
into new age
like an urban cowboy
on a bucking bronco
yee haw, ride-em cowboy
with precision he tries
bareback and unbridled

right out of the shoot
raw and untamed
digs in with his heels
spurring that horse
to raise up her legs
she kicks and she bucks
banging her hips
with skill he hangs on
and tightens his thighs

finding the balance
his back takes the effort
to strengthen his glide
he drives the horse hard
in blazes of glory
then his hat hits the dust
right after his ass
yet the arena cheers on
cuz he lasted the bell
 

in saddle sore morning
that nag had a smile