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
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 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
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 I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
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 If I say "my heart is sore"
 Sounds like a cheap metaphor
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 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