Bad History Month

Cowboy can’t tell that everything is swell, even though he fell of his horse
The horse is healthy, of course, it’s ready to ride, but Cowboy’s way too
preoccupied
He saw a snake in the trail, it was chewing its own tail
Cowboy sat down in the dirt
Teardrops were staining his shirt
They were mixing into mud with the dust, but he didn’t really care,
'cause he trusts his horse to keep a secret
It’s a big one
This is what he said:
«Listen up horse, this is how I feel, everything is really bad
But I’m worse
I can’t help but feeling like the first human that ate a neanderthal
I swung the club that crushed her skull and in the process damned us all
And every baby ever born has borne the taint of my ancient sin
But I was smiling while I chewed that dimwits skin
It was all me
I’m Bad History
I burnt down Rome, and Chicago too
I shook the earth and I blew the wind that made you hide
I am the rising tide.»
That was all he had to say, the horse responded
«Neigh.»