Hot breath steaming
Trapped in the stalls
Narrow odds and handicapped
High fences and falls
Shout at the TV
The jockey riding my back
The going is soft
Unforgiving is the track
The crowd cheers
As I finish the race
The peak of my career
I'm put through my pace
A short cut through life
No more chewing the cud
Inspire me
Retire me
Put me to stud
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Author:
Syd (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written whilst drunk and listening to a friends conversation about horse racing.
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