Cochise Wilt

And I was

Shot
The law stopped me

Coldly sheriff brought down
The next invader

Worried about
His ass

I ask myself
When is this fairness

Famishing the troubles
Of my act.

I made this mistake

And I ask where
Thought

Enters the sheriff's
Pain.

Egotism and a poem
Work themselves

Maybe I didn't need this
Coldness.

Only one fair answer:

You brought this on yourself,

And I said, "act."

The thoughtlessness of love.