Giddy YapYap

I lost the election. I’m going to hell.
After an act of contrition
the bubble releases the smell
of the science of reason
how I got here who can tell?
So I saddle for an answer
with a team that follows me.
Giddyap for the pasture
expecting loyalty.
But you beat me to it.
I was flying backwards with the coach
in a Western Who done it.
A flick beyond reproach.
Listen city slicker. I’m tired of playing roles.
I’m coming out of nowhere
unless all beholds
and I become your buddy
common as can be.
So many stars in the universe
Please let me be me!