Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

pretty teeth

i’m sorry
but you must have me
for someone else
another racehorse
with pretty teeth
and a dark mane
have you seen these
thunder thighs and delicate ankles
who the hell would bet
their paycheck
or heart
on me
chances are
comin’ round that last corner
i’m gonna throw that
too little of a man jockey
and roll
you’d better check your fuckin’ stats, baby
or learn to stay away from the ponies
with your christmas money

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