The Badlands

Go West young man
And bring a plan
Because there’s nothing but death
And the land hasn’t taken a breath
For thousands of years 
You can crunch the tears

Go West young man
And bring a caravan
You’ll need the extra help
To hold you when you yelp
In agony at the site of the earth
Which is much drier than the mirth

Go West young man
And bring a fan
Because the will heat will scorch 
Your skin like a torch
During the summer that is
The winter’s a more confusing quiz

Go West young man 
And bring a tan
Because your super white skin
Will burn and peel and again
Unlike the prairie dogs there
That’ve got coats of protective hair