Feb 2022 hiphopalong horse-music allegory
This could be the start of something...
Words © 2022 Stephen Wordsmith, Music Copyright © 2022 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
Heigh-ho, I am a centaur
And I'm dead
It's a quiet non-existence
Must be said
My hooves no longer gallop
Through the snow
My hands will nock no arrow
To the bow
But even once you've seen
Your final sun
There's work upon this earth
That must be done
If there is blood to be drawn
From a stone
It falls to me to squeeze it
On my own
So I take the crop
In one old cold dead hand
And thrash my hide
Prostate upon the land
And carry on
This matter of my course
The half dead man
Who beats
The half dead horse
@berni1954 Mar 2022
"prostate upon the land" - ah I can identify with that. :-)
@leepat Mar 2022
ingenious wickedness and self-flagellation.
death becomes you
@metalfoot Mar 2022
The music-hall feel to Frogspawn's music is a true delight compelling the clever conceit of the centaur's fate forward.
@thedutchwidows Mar 2022
This is a delightfully grim tale, and the last four lines are ace. No idea if it’s deliberate, but the ‘prostate upon the land’ is a great misplaced word!