Thank You For This Gift Poem by Kevin Patrick

Is the gift horse
You're not supposed to look in the mouth
The same exact one
That use to be your moral high horse
You than flogged to death
With your impotent
posturing
that spoiled from
sanctimonious pistol whipping



Then how am I not supposed
To look questionably
in its frozen marble eyes
With flies squatting
In its Stonehenge teeth
Because your moral malice
Was put into practice
and now you pawn your mistakes
as a good will hand me down




what am I supposed to say

thank you for this gift




but perhaps you should have kept
the horses ass on your wall