Reverse Cowboy "A"

The Yobwoc strode into the church
Soft sandals not making a sound upon the hardwood floors
His silk robes blowing around him
Though there was not a breeze in the building
Hands folded in front of him
Ready to make peace
If that was required of him
But preferring his everyday way of life
That of randomly giving away cattle
And taking care of stagecoaches
Mostly in need of a new paint job

Consisting of waiting out in the desert
Until a shabby stagecoach happened by
Stepping out and halting it at paintbrush point
Taking care of business
Even adding pinstripes if he was in a mood to
Even though nobody asked him to

Yobwoc detests sleeping under the stars
Preferring holes in the ground instead
Which he digs with his hands
Deep in the desert
Deep in the sands

Eating nothing but fine cheeses
Drinking nothing but New York City tapwater
Yobwoc knows what he likes

And though it is often hard
And similarities with Cowboys are many
Yobwoc strives for the differences
Though most would say that there aren't any

Yobwoc doesn't agree
And doesn't have to
Such is the creed of the Yobwoc
It doesn't have to be a life anyone approves