Short Horse Racing Poems

at the track today
     the money came rolling in
          a Trifecta win...

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Politics

If Horse Racing
Be the Sport of King's

Then Politics
Be the Sport of Asshole's...

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Have you been to a race with a horse?
There are many who like them, of course.
Who wins?  We don’t know.
We can win, place, or show.
Any nearby racetrack is the source....

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watching you without knowing
it's all there
how I adore you.
I am in this body for a while
and I never had a better angle
as I have with your lips
to breath
and breathe
waiting....

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I laughed
I was laughing like the sun through the clouds
but he did not care at all
that someone like me could write every day
about love,
about you
and we were so close
then I left.
Look at my hands I said
My goodness
you just do not see?...

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Look at us as we do not fit.
your poems vs my poems
your attitude vs my attitude
all there
like we play in a super porn movie
directed by Shakespeare
that trying to reinvent the mirage
between the camera and our ****ing 
says STOP

- I want to talk only about daggers, not to use them.
and everything will be ok....

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what's society...
just order propaganda...
assimilation...

society's naught...
there's only the converted...
...that we need armies...

starting with the young...
to give some person power...
who pays for honor...

war is not a norm...
average mankind is quite sane...
war is a con job..

minority run...
profitable 'horse racing'...
lock the buggers up......

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The horse ken holds its bridle 
Is now almost his idol,
For him making A Winning Rider;
At Horse-Racing An Insider…  

A stallion that keeps ken on the popular,
Him fetching grand names and The Titular:
The Horse sure is getting some kisses 
No witness will see and reply with hisses;
Probably too a medal and a ribbon;
Some jibe to other horses to be reborn 

So, it is a “Scratch my back I scratch yours:”
Let me see somebody tell Ken “Who is at loss!”...

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She opened her legs then hopped up on it

She gripped it tight then sat down on it

He started to move so she began to ride it

She loved the feeling cuz she enjoyed it

She pulled out the whip to show that she was master

And when she swung it he began to go faster

She started to scream at the top of her voice

For the way he made her feel her voice got so hoarse

After a thirty minute run he started to tire

For this horse was no longer young he was ready to retire...

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