No More Cowboys Poem by Mary Champion

The cowboys have cast off their leathers
And got into slick city suits.
They're all in conventional footwear.
No use for those scuffed high heel boots.
And the earrings are gone,
And the hair ain't so long,
And they don't seem exciting no more.
And here's one more woman who won't feel a thrill
The next time they walk through the door.

Machines that they once road too fast on
Have ‘bin' traded in for a car;
One that's easy on gas,
More or less, middle class.
Who can say where the cowboys all are?

The cowboys have cast off their leathers
And stepped into pin-stripes and ties.
There's a mortgage hung over their shoulders
That cuts out the light in their eyes.
And they're doin' real fine.
And they're toeing the line.
And they ain't even worth the first glance.
And here's one more woman who won't look their way
The next time she's out for romance.

Most cowboys succumb to convention.
But surely there's one left, somewhere,
Who'll stand out from the crowd
And speak out clear and loud:
'Let's ride off to that new land out there.
Yeah, to hell with the rules
And conforming to fools,
I'll be king in that new land out there.'