Pony
Arto Lindsay
I’m so afraid of myself
My skin is red to the touch
I’m so ashamed of myself
The title pony might buck
Prepare the ice cubes
Prepare the glue
Stand up and cry fever
Help me change my luck
I’ve lost the will to read or write
Turn away from the light
Bend me over your knee
While I giggle and squeal
So prepare the mop
And prepare the tea
I’m so ashamed of myself
I’m so ashamed of you and me