I'm Going In

Grandpappy told my pappy
Back in my day, son
A man had to answer
For the wicked thing he done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree
Round up all of them bad boys
And hang 'em high in the street
For all the people to see

And justice is the one thing
You should always find
You gotta saddle up your boys
You gotta draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles
We'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back
At the local saloon

We'll raises up our glasses
Against evil forces
Singing, "Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses!"

The posse is armed and ready to ride. Dress for battle. Tis a fine day to die Smac. A fine day. Should I take a fine Chianti? Whiskey for my men? What does one serve with Supreme Moronic Asshole Chorist on a platter? Martharitas? The asshole has made my daughter cry one time too many. Today I'm going in. Drawing the hard line. He knows not what awaits him. With a smile on my face and glee in my heart I'm going to crucify, annihilate, demoralize verbally castrate and unleash my particular version of hell on this cruel pompous egocentric arrogant predatory idiot. Time to ride.