Where is ignominy
in the birthright of stallions
where heads leads as solid as hearts
in sinews grace shines the hegemony of form
see multitude of dullards sharing feds of abasement
ebbing in the swamp of pierced hubris mongrels
angered at their vain and negligent gods
as endowed talents were unbestowed
to the children of the lesser gods
in regressed cerebrums
owning ignominy
they hate thoroughbreds
and hail vengeance
from their pits of
despair and pain
angst of common furies
steeped in bitter words
obsess with dousing
the lights and flights
of prized Stallions