Like the cross on the withering
donkey
She stabbed me in the back until I
could no longer stand
Calling me "beast" like she knew me
Yet still I carried on
As my hooves grew worn like her
beckoning sighs
It became clear she was a book
Full of lies
I treated her like a religion
Buckling hocks at her every command
That woman was almost domineering
A dictatorship on her behalf
Yet still I can't help but feel like
a total ***
Even though she is gone
I'm still her beast
of burden
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
Like the cross on the withering
donkey
She stabbed me in the back until I
could no longer stand
Calling me "beast" like she knew me
Yet still I carried on
As my hooves grew worn like her
beckoning sighs
It became clear she was a book
Full of lies
I treated her like a religion
Buckling hocks at her every command
That woman was almost domineering
A dictatorship on her behalf
Yet still I can't help but feel like
a total ***
Even though she is gone
I'm still her beast
of burden
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