in the first race at Newcastle
the favorite got a hiding
other horses in the field
ran to the beat of solid riding

from the get go the favorite
was placed under the gun
he used up too much of his petrol
in the fast paced run

punters were furious
with the jockey in the pigskin
for he was supposed to pilot
the horse to a glorious win

at the start of the race
he applied too much speed
to stay in touch with the horses
who were out in the lead

when the field got between
the six and seven hundred meter pegs
it was apparent that the favorite
had no power left in his four legs

though he ran close to the inside rail
throughout the whole race
his performance turned out
to be a trainer's nightmarish disgrace

the jockey was given
strict riding instructions before the event
hold a steady clip and save the horse
from becoming too spent

but alas the race plans went
terribly awry and well off course
which ensued that a conquest
was obtained by another horse

how long do i wait
before i go
hops the little bird
where to go?
where to go?

Night has crept up
Like a blight on the perfect day.
I've become untied by the night's darkness.
I'm alone.
You my delight, have returned home.
You, now are hers, her knight, I am forgotten,
like a dream once awoken slipping into limbo.
Why do I allow this?
Why do I debase myself?
Why do you get the night and day?
While I get an unjustified plight?
When tomorrow comes I will smile and say,
"Goodbye and goodnight parasite"