we're suppose to ride that horse
to death
we're suppose to wear it down
and worn it out
for hell's sake we're suppose to break
that horse
send it to the white knackers yard
but
hell, we toil morning noon and night
we age fast
after thirty five its downhill all the way
grey and wrinkled
we get in no time at all
we are worn out ourselves wearing
that **** horse down
multiple names and faces we deploy
decomposing as we compose all day long
huffing and puffing hopping and sipping
do this do that now were just confused
and running on empty
we are worn out and that ****** horse
is a stallion from the Moor stable
a pedigree with impeccable breeding
the more you ride it the stronger it gets
the younger he looks
and we are melting worn grey wrinkled and fading fast
thank heavens for botox
better start saving now