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    The Rich and Wealthy Shoer

    06.11.2009

    The Rich and Wealthy Shoer

    He wakes early in the morning
    To the breakfast of a champion
    A gallon of black coffee
    And a dip of Copenhagen

    He tinkers with his truck
    And gets it started for the last time - again
    Then in darkness he drives on down the road
    To where his work will begin

    Pullin, cuttin, and trimmin
    On the Iron he will beat
    This cowboy makes his living
    Under hosses with long feet

    Pidgin toed, knees bent
    His torso facing toward the ground
    Sometimes makes this farrier
    Feel like he weighs a thousand pounds

    To straighten up his body
    Is like prying open a rusty hinge
    And the six pack he drank the night before
    Is sweated out by ten

    Stomped, bruised, and plumb wore out
    He'll be finished around two
    Then he hauls his abused body home
    Where he'll surely ride a few

    He can slap the steel on any ole bronc
    He'll hold their feet down low
    You may see a twitch, or even a bent ear
    But the rasp marks will never show

    Sure, he likes his job just fine
    Hard work doesn't bother him
    But theirs a certain kind of client
    That really gets under his skin

    They'll own a fricken Pickle
    That knows all the tricks
    He leans and stomps his rock hard feet
    And he also pulls and kicks

    After wrestling this dink, with half a brain
    For two hours and a-half
    He wipes his sweat, hands them their bill
    Then he loads up all his crap

    In the same time it took this patient man
    To shoe their faithful mount
    He could have finished three or four
    And not have been wore out

    But out of the kindness of his tired ole heart
    He charges just the same
    As if ole faithful had been a good hoss
    And stood there plumb tame

    Then to top it off, and don't that beat all
    With the look of surprise
    They examine their bill in pure astonishment
    With wide open eyes

    Their attitude changes, and not for the good
    Then they gripe, moan, and bitch
    And say, "well at this high rate"
    "You must be getting rich"

    They hand him his check, load up in their car
    And swiftly they depart
    Leaving this "rich and wealthy shoer"
    In his ole truck that he can't start

    © August 1997, Risky Betts