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