Poem to a Horse

You're too far to bring you close And too high to see below Just hanging on your daily dose I know you never needed anyone But the rolling papers for your grass How can you give what you don't have? You keep on aiming for the top And quit before you sweat a drop Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot Start out playing with yourself You get more fun within your shell Nice to meet you, but I gotta go my way I'll leave again cause I've been waiting in vain But you're so in love with yourself If I say "my heart is sore" Sounds like a cheap metaphor So I won't repeat it no more I'd rather eat my soup with a fork Or drive a cab in New York Cause to talk to you is harder work So what's the point of wasting all my words? If it's just the same or even worse Than reading poems to a horse You keep on aiming for the top And quit before you sweat a drop Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot I bet you'll find someone like you Cause there's a foot for every shoe And I wish you luck, but I've other things to do I'll leave again cause I've been waiting in vain But you're so in love with yourself If I say "my heart is sore" Sounds like a cheap metaphor So I won't repeat it no more I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain If I say "my heart is sore" Sounds like a cheap metaphor I'll leave again cause I've been waiting in vain But you're so in love with yourself If I say "my heart is sore" Sounds like a cheap metaphor So I won't repeat it no more