A Horse of a Different Color

There's to many show horses all pomp and glitter very little go shiny coated-dirty hearted pampered and fed the sweetest apples always neighing give me- give me give me everything but doing nothing to earn it. There's not enough plow horses the ones with matted coats gleaning fields of root and rubble smoothing it for the supple sowing they get the worst of the apples but they plow on without accolade wishing to earn some clean air and a little patch of green space- When the tables are brimming with food the show horses strut toward the front the plow horses wallow in the shadows but the plow horses will sleep soundly tonight the show horses swat flies in their heads