Reminds me of the time

me and Colt

went after a bull with a sore foot.

Wasn't sore enough. He took off

over a ridge

with me and Colt after him at a gallop,

when, of a sudden, one of Colt's reins broke,

but one was enough,

and we near as the same had that ole cuss

turned and headed for the corral

when the other rein broke.

That's kind of like how it feels tonight—

out of control

and headed for a blow-up.