The Ten Second Amendment



SANTA FE, NM - Ain't nobody looking out for nobody on the frontier - unless they're a pervert or a bandit. You're reading my scrapbook, then I got killed by one or both - a goddamn lawman. Figured it'd happen, ain't no surprise by now. Pine box coming full split.

Got my record at eleven years, 'cause some damn bugger askin' bout a bullet. Bag of nails since. Kicked outta schoolhouse on why I beefed a man. They don't take no account of a child's family ain't got no money.

Had to take low jobs, until word got back on the felony. Landlords ain't wanna hear heap about it neither. Learn't to hobble my lip an' make tracks to the next town.

Near ten years now an' down to the blanket. Cracked lawmen sneaking up 'cause they heard you shot a man once, an' they don't take no account of drifters. Ditched and bulldozed in alley court on no charge of livin' among the willows.

These tracks lead to the boot yard 'an nothing figures for changing.

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