Horse Poetry 2: Why do I even bother · 12:36pm Jun 27th, 2015
As you can probably tell, I'm not a very sociable person. That's okay though. Embarrassing as it is, I have enough imaginary friends and fucked-up fantasies to keep me from hallucinating about elephants marching across the streets. I like to think it's because I'm emotionally strong as well, but recently...no, not so much. And I've done stupid things too. As long as I have the magic fairy dust.
And, okay, fine, my family's awesome too. I really do suck, don't I? I know one day I'm going to be inpatient in the asylum.
[Rainbow Dash]
The Mare with No Eyes
Ugh...Augggh...What?!? What
the, where am I, what do you want with
my hooves? Why am I wearing this poof—Auugg
gggh. I don’t believe
this, not this
again, it’s the sixth line this—wha?
Grr, you think it’s fun, don’t—
buh? My tragic backstory?
Again? But I don’t even have—OK O
K, fine, I’ll do it. Jeez!
Once there was a filly who lived in Cloudsdale.
She loved flying because it felt like she could
out pace her troubles. In the air she was king,
no pony with wings could tell her what to do.
One day, she pushed too hard, or not hard enough,
and her wings tore clean off. She screamed in anguish
but no one could hear her in the Gorge. She tried
taping them back but it was never the same.
She couldn’t fly back up to the cloud layer
so she settled in the town below instead.
OK OK, I’m done already! Can’t you let
me go? Sheesh, not cool, do you really wanna
choke a pony to death? Hello?!
A mare just wants to get her sleep. Not this
circus over and over
again.
Can’t I get some friggin’ sleep?
