I wish I was a Cowboy, Should Have Been A Cherokee, Turns Out...They Both Went Extinct

There are infinite ways of looking at a person, of judging worth and passion too.

If anyone were to look at you would they see more than a reflection on the surface of a stagnant pond? If anyone were to seek to see the other side of the image that you portray, what would they find? Is there substance beneath these words that you seem to think so important that they must be shouted above the screams of the dying that have fallen all around you?

I once found a dead bird on the side of the road. The proper procedure for such a find, at least in this day and age, is to send it in ( to where I haven't the slightest clue ) and have it tested for west nile virus. I simply picked it up, gingerly, with all the respect warranted the dead, and set it in a dumpster behind a Jack-In-The-Box.

If there were only three people left on this earth, what would you do? The most obvious answer is to attempt to procreate, to prolong the survival of the species just like any good organism. Possibly far more noble is to bash all three over the head with a rock or similar blunt object.

The meek shall inherit the earth, the slave will become the master, so where does that leave the pseudo-wonderful?

Doo-wa-ditty-ditty-dum-ditty-doo

I used to watch cowboys on TV. 'Have Gun, Will Travel' that kind of thing. The whooping of the Injuns as the wagons were circled. How many scalps, how many? I always wanted an eagle feather and a rattle snake hat band. I always wanted to be Brave. To be completely honest...