Live Like a Fucking Tough Old Horse


Until it is finally time to ride into the horizon

I would rather die on the chilled, icy and lonely streets than conform to this disgusting mindset created by a purposely rude urine filled wading pool of a money culture

I would rather die on the streets than be a part of this degradation of nature and devastating loss of humanity



I would rather write the simplest poem and then take my own dream crushed life in silence than be saddled and rode like the old horse who can’t find a solemn way to peaceably end the sad and saddled life…even though he or she most certainly would…

K. Roberti