This time with feeling! No delusions.
I don't need pressure to write
the masterpiece in my head
the story beginning at 13
when a classic Queen
reached out, touched down
and spoke to me.
a spell cast, and when I
woke up, I found out
I grew up in to
seventeen.
the race horse began to wake up
without having learned
his entitled dignity.
Speed broke, and I raced
to catch up; but
to what?
Aged 21 in a quick blur.
December 24th, I awoke to reality.
and graciously,
began training to be
the winning thoroughbred;
I was bred and trained
and bought, hoped,
then gambled
by family, friends,
and the faculty.
when i'm put
for the night
in the stalls
of the barn
where they sleep
naively, because,
we are tied up equally.
i neigh g'nite,
always poiltely, to
the donkey to my right,
the elephant to my left
and the show ponies
who always
stare (clearly wishing
my death.) and
used to threaten me.
I placed my first race,
I didn't win.
The undefinable
finally flashed-
aware at last!
to me,
not the breeders
this time, and now
regretful betters,
and so what if i lose,
if it's what she
wants to choose;
cause baby it's better
to die glue, then to
bounce with you.
Out of respect,
RACE HORSES
are ridden by jockeys
not children
not cops
not cowboys
not casual
ever, at all
