The Pony of Follies

this is not a poem as has been written on things of triviality they say and i change my side of sleeping the dreams i start to see are too negative again this is a fit case not to be called a piece of poetry then i place myself to be accepted as a fool the ignorant world instantly refuses and the option of ignoring they choose instead leaving no choice for me except whipping and flogging their pony of follies now they run and shout and in wonder eyes they see in aw who is this man so wise and comes on riding ?