On buying shit I don’t need day, I bought a hobby horse, mounted it, and off we went. The Lucas gang robbed the bank.
Alongside them, I said, “Stop in the name of the law.”
They did.
“Ride yourself over to jail.”
They do.
At home, I tied my horse to a parking meter, turned, and saw a man picking a pocket.
“Stop thief.”
“Yes, you.”
I got deputized and rode the trail looking for outlaws. Told one to “reach for the sky.”
His arms fell short.
“Reach,” I said.
