Poem for my friend Fullthrottle

The Bull Rider

Sittin the chute, waitin to pull the gate
This bull's gonna buck, I'm ridin for eight
Pull on the rope, warm it up slight
Adjust the riggin, give it a twist to the right

Got to make a check, to get down the road
Takes a lot of fuel, to carry my load
Traveling the circuit, riding here today
Be gone tomorrow, no time to play

Contractor says, "You bout ready to go"
For the bull's a pawing, he already knows
Turn out them toes, pull my hat down tight
Got to stay in the middle of this one tonight

With a nod of my head, and a pull of the gate
I have to keep up, can't afford to be late
The clown is ready, looking for a fight
Need to ride this bull in the bright arena light

With a leap and a spin, the crowd starts to cheer
I'm counting and counting, is eight seconds near
Got to get up and run, when I hit the ground
I surely thank GOD, for that rodeo clown.