Race Horse
What have I done?
To be treated like dirt in your eyes.
Always under the gun.
Constantly being vandalized.
Forever on the run.
Run Race Horse Run
The shows only just begun.
What goods a race horse that's not any fun?
Show me your teeth like a good one.
You want to tame me,
But I was born to be wild and free.
Not in a dudgeon.
Copyright © Alexa Rose | Year Posted 2017
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