Poem to a Horse

You're too far to bring you close

And too high to see below

Just hanging on your daily dose

I know you never needed anyone

But the rolling papers for your grass

How can you give what you don't have?

You keep on aiming for the top

And quit before you sweat a drop

Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot

Start out playing with yourself

You get more fun within your shell

Nice to meet you, but I gotta go my way

I'll leave again cause I've been waiting in vain

But you're so in love with yourself

If I say "my heart is sore"

Sounds like a cheap metaphor

So I won't repeat it no more

I'd rather eat my soup with a fork

Or drive a cab in New York

Cause to talk to you is harder work

So what's the point of wasting all my words?

If it's just the same or even worse

Than reading poems to a horse

You keep on aiming for the top

And quit before you sweat a drop

Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot

I bet you'll find someone like you

Cause there's a foot for every shoe

And I wish you luck, but I've other things to do

I'll leave again cause I've been waiting in vain

But you're so in love with yourself

If I say "my heart is sore"

Sounds like a cheap metaphor

So I won't repeat it no more

I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain

If I say "my heart is sore"

Sounds like a cheap metaphor

I'll leave again cause I've been waiting in vain

But you're so in love with yourself

If I say "my heart is sore"

Sounds like a cheap metaphor

So I won't repeat it no more