hour23

Last night I jumped over the moon, wearing only cowboy boots I cringed into my coffee this morning thinking about it I guess it wasn’t my moon to be jumping But it was worth it, damn it, it was worth it Sixteen scarecrows and a murder of crows sat in judgment I couldn’t understand the howling noise of the verdict Ghosts of businessmen tipped their hats But I’m still here and damn it, it was worth it