I work,
I am a horse.
I have slightly rough hands and pain in my eyes.
You'll find me in the rain.
Tears rolling down frozen stubbled cheeks.
Grey skies above taunt me of fresh miseries to follow.
The crow,
ragged,
bleak,
poised on whithered branch.
Barks,mocks,
Come on then everyone,
Let's all bark at the fucking donkey.
This donkey of the damned
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