A romantic carriage ride
With ones lady by your side
Holding hands together
But nobody cares whether
The horse that does the pulling
Is up for it today
And sadly in this heat we are having
The poor horse is made to pay
Down he goes not another step
His gait was limp and bad
All this work and no water
And no new hay he had
The old barn he would stand
In
When not pulling this thing
This bloody heavy carriage
Really didnt bring
One iota of happiness
It was desolate and damp
Rats ran almost everywhere
And not a working lamp
So standing in the darkness
For hours on end until
Going back to work the streets
Until I had had my fill
And down I went I couldnt do it
Anymore and I
Thought it best to just collapse
And on the street just lie
Let them take the reins and bridle
Off of me just so I
Could breathe a few last breaths at last
And then just blooming die
Think before you expect another soul to cart you around
At the behest of man UN kind