Over-thinking

 I died of being sensible

They lived by being cruel

And not that it's defensible

But I'm going back to school

I need to learn that kindness kills

If not your health, then your thrills

It stops the natural order coming

The instincts aren't surrendered to

But replaced by rational thinking

Thinking, thinking where's that got me?

Down the street chewing toffee

Chewing on my cup of meat

Drinking down my coffee

Thinking, thinking it has scoffed me

Taken my time and torn it off me

Knocked me on my ass

Put my head through the glass

Mistaken the stars and moon for trash

Thinking where's that got me?

Oh to be free of

This need to look after me tod

Just a will to fill the stomach

Leaves the heart and genitals redundant

Nothing for them to do but fester

Then at some later time pester

You into action, but you'll survive

To live another day, or strive

Because whether we live or just survive

This is our lot and these are our lives

A Ruminating cowboy

 Like a ruminating cowboy

Chewing the cud in the mud

Along with his cows

Thinking thoughts he can't even understand

All alone on the prairie land

With his thoughts running through his fingers like sand

Like a ruminating cowboy

In a battle with his cattle

Talking prittle prattle

To a rancherman 

Leaning on a fence post on the rancher's land

Considering the lily in the waterhole

Where he washes his hands

Like a ruminating cowboy

Holding tight to the ponderous thoughts

Going through his mind

Like a lasso bind

Lassoing up the strays like

Shooting manta rays he could find

Or something along those lines

Like a ruminating cowboy

Overthinking the stinking lot

That is his life, doesn't help him a lot

If he loses the plot or his mind

Like a ruminating cowboy

I think therefore I am

Or I am therefore I think, I'm in a bind

If I cogitate will I find

I'm not really the cowboy kind?

Like a ruminating cowboy

Contemplating the clover

And the tobacco in his grind

Rolling up a fag of the inexpensive kind

Debating fate over the Indian wines

Deliberating with the snakes on

The Texas New Mexico lines

Like a Ruminating cowboy

Mulling over a mule

Eyeing up a steer for to

stir in the stew

Meditating the meat

Wrestling with the rodeo

In his rawhide seat

Rolling up and wracking up

And turning over in his sleep

All the herds that ever heard

Him rolling in the deep

Like a ruminating cowboy