Sunday, December 7, 2025

i know you’ve got your own wheels now

you don’t need me to ride no more

but please don’t throw out our old saddle

please don’t think i’m just a chore

don’t you put me out to pasture

please don’t say i’m such a bore

maybe i’ve become vestigial but

aren’t i a handsome relic?

so keep me ‘round for the aesthetic

or keep me ‘cause i’m such good luck

keep me ‘cause i’m nice at parties

or just keep me around to fuck

whatever my use may be

honey it’s alright by me

just please don’t scorn your dear old horse

don’t replace me with some truck

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