Damaged Goods

Damaged goods,

That's what they call a worn down old horse,

Who was once healthy,

But is now stricken with fleas.

Good enough for nobody.

Not strong enough to be a race horse,

A cabby horse,

A mail horse,

Or a police horse.

Only good enough to sit in a stable at the horse fair,

Hoping someone will pet you.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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