A Bullet To Put The Injured Racehorse Out Of Its Misery Poem by Raj Dronamraju

America's streets are full of the mentally ill
And its buildings are full of the cruel
America's houses are full of racehorses with blinders fastened on
Don't look left, don't look right, just look straight ahead

And these race horses are ridden by jockeys using debt as a whip
Money carrots won't improve your eyesight
A money saddle to be worn around the track

The girdle they fasten round your waist to keep in capitalism's consolation prize of obese waste
It comes in lots of colors like choosing the color of a phone case which you fret about for hours and hours

The wager that is placed on whether you win or lose
Takes into account your mortgage, your car payment, your family, your total expenditures
And if you break a leg and are out of competition, they will not be as merciful as a bullet to the head

And the leftover people who are free of the stable and free of the reins
They dress up their impoverished lives in free fields of feral knowing
And say I am not a beast to be ridden