All the bison come and go
Talking of Michelangelo
Waiting to be buffaloed
Left stranded on a road
Patient for another Prufrock
Rumpled man with an old rock
With tea and trousers in hand
A few nickels for a wedding band
Which one of you is mine?
Says the dandy with the candy
Who will give my balding head
A horny spin and a touch of red?
Or love me on the open range
After a scarlet romp in the grange?
The bison do not speak
But stare at him so meek
So much for all that Michelangelo
When faced with a man on the go
So Prufrock gathers his men
And girds the bison in a pen
If all you’ll give me is your stare
Then frolic for me in my fair
Where the commerce road is open wide
And Father Time takes his merry stride
Prufrock and his bison leave
For there will be no last reprieve
All that’s left are four hoofed ghosts
And stringy meat for drunken roasts
