Bleeding Horse

-Bleeding Horse-
by
Keaton Foster

Someone close to me this week after reading one of my poems said,
That I need to get off my bleeding horse. Of course they meant to say high horse,
but the mistake seemed to fit much better. This poem is for them.



Such words
So absurd
Get off your bleeding horse
Step down from your hell
Give it, and us a rest
Take a second and smell the roses
Not the shit you seem to claim
Is up to your neck
We’ve all had ups and downs
We’ve all felt as if we have
Been kicked right in the teeth
That’s what life is all about
Many downs and a hand full of ups
A bunch of wrongs and a few rights
The true darkness of every night
Easily covers up the brightest of day
Blah, blah, blah, ect , ect, ect
We all get the ridiculous point
Learn to deal with it just like the rest
Get off your bleeding horse
That pony don’t ride
This overabundance of words
You seem so eager to express
Is nothing more than minutia
Nauseating nonsense that as usual
Is going absolutely nowhere quick
You tell the same tale each time
Woe is me, looky here, and see
I was abused, I was tortured
No one loves me, most of all me
We get it, we understand
Your life, the one your write about
Without a doubt sucks hairy balls
So what, get in line, it forms to the right
Life blows period, you are nothing special
And if you think you are
Then you/me are nothing more
Than an over energized whiner
That needs to suck it up and drive on
Get off that damn bleeding horse
Set it out to pasture so that it can die
From its death you will be reborn
Made anew, such creativeness does not
Have to always been mired in so much gloom
Instead of that bleeding horse
Find a bull and grab it by the horns
Ride it all around your town
Dragging its balls on the ground
If people stop and look
Say to each one of them
WTF are you looking at meat gazer
If they reply with additional smack
Get off that bull and kick their pasty white asses
If not, ride away into the sunset
Screaming, peace out biatches…




Bleeding Horse
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.