Death

A cloven hoof
Is all we see
A dead horse
Who has galloped free
From the horse racing
He was put through
And collapsed in pain
As many do

Up jumped a jockey
A rider a fool
An iniquitous arse
Never on call
An arrogant blighter
Whose depravity
He showed to the world
And yes we all see

It was a gamble
Infamous he
A slippery slope
Into improbity
Clearly infirm
In the brain power he had
An unprincipled faggot
Who could not be more bad

Leapt on a dead horse
His opportunity
To ride into battle
Despicably
Horse riding clearly
Breeds violence and sin
So many horses when they don’t win
Are sent to the knackers yard
And made into glue
And this bloody example
Should be sent there too