Straight out of the bin
\nWhere the wicked reside
\nWe see the irreverence
\nOf his last ride
\nNeglect and disparagement
\nMortification
\nOffhand and scoffing
\nBearing no relation<\/p>\n
To the sad gelding
\nLying its soul passing to
\nIt place in the sky
\nFar in front of you
\nSupercilious scornful
\nShit of a man
\nWho feels that its right
\nTo be seen as a fan<\/p>\n
To pretend the last ride
\nIs his in a race
\nSuch desecration
\nThe look on his face
\nAll the excuses
\nThe public can see
\nHow he snubs and insults
\nA soul thats now free<\/p>\n
From the scorn and disdain
\nOf the whole racing scene
\nThat superiority
\nFor me its obscene
\nThe animal still warm
\nSuch humiliation
\nUnfitting unworthy
\nIts no celebration<\/p>\n
How I feel for that horse
\nRidden into the ground
\nThe injustice of life
\nEach leap and each bound
\nEach muscle taut
\neach sinew too
\nHis privilege sought<\/p>\n
It was a thankless task
\nEven to ask
\nA smidgeon of respect
\nEven a flask
\nOf water when flagging
\nInstead of a kick
\nIn the teeth no relief
\nFrom this covetous prick<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Straight out of the bin Where the wicked reside We see the irreverence Of his last ride Neglect and disparagement Mortification Offhand and scoffing Bearing no relation To the sad gelding Lying its soul passing to It place in the … Continue reading