They say the horse behind emulates the one in front.
But they failed to tell the truth about the horse in front.
The horse in front is only a sperm donor,
He possesses no fatherly trait.
He’s a role model to many,
And chairs many occasions,
But only a figure head in the house.
The horse in front is in her fifth marriage.
She’s a marriage counselor outside the home,
But a freelance wife and part-time mother within.
The horse in front is an eldest sibling.
Worthy of no emulation whatsoever.
Their age is the only thing they’re good at — it increases above all else.
The horse in front is a motivational speaker,
Their fourth bottle of poison lies in the trash can,
They had been suicidal since before their first speech.
The horse in front is only an exaggerated fantasy.
I am alone in this race.
It was the horse in front that made the Christians leave church,
After their rape case got revealed.
It was the horse in front that made the ghetto child give up
After they heard that their mentor was a fraudster.
It was the horse in front that made jaws drop,
That made brows rise,
That made hands clap.
The horse in front — nothing but a mirage!
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