Cowboys are witches and horses are their familiars
guns are their wands and they only know one spell (bullet)
Rootin’, tootin’, toil n’ shootin’
Fire burn and cowboy bootin’
Eye of newt and spicy beans,
Toe of frog and denim jeans,
Whiskey, grits, n’ demon spittle
tossed into my iron griddle
With the tannin’ of our hides,
Somethin’ wicked this way rides
spendin my isolation on miscellaneous things
good news folks! i’ve hashed it out with the writer of this lil ditty, and will be remastering the piece with less sucky kerning and more deco to make it available as a print in a week or so!
keep ur eyes peeled!












