March 1, 2011

Rotten Carrots: A Poem

I feel like a race horse
Being led astray with a carrot
Dangling in my face
I run and run
And I work and work
I sweat until I can’t take it
Exhausted in this race of life
Of Love.
So narrow is my view
That I cannot see
That the carrot in front of my face
Is rotten
Full of moldy places
Lacking nutrition
Not worthy of consumption
Yet I keep running toward it.
Someone put my out my misery
Like an old racehorse
And just shoot me.

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