Poem To A Horse

You're too far to bring me close Too high to see below Just hangin' on your daily dose I know you never needed anyone But the rolling papers for your gra*s 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 I bet you'll find someone like you 'Cause there's a foot for every shoe 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 I won't repeat it no, no more Rather eat my soup with a fork Or drive a cab in New York 'Cause to talk to you is harder work What's the point of wasting all my words If it's just the same or even worse Than reading poems to a horse, ah 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 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 But you're so in love, 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 But you're so in love, 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