Beating a Dead Horse

A poem dedicated to the people who never let the little things go.

It’s not only what you did,
It’s what you said too.
Not only that,
But how you carried yourself,
Nose held up higher than the stars in the sky.
Attitude as fresh as fruits in the supermarket.
You thought you were the greatest of them all.
When really,
You’re just as low as horse manure.

Who exactly do you think you are?
Some sort of know-it-all Queen Bee?
You are clearly mistaken.
Do yourself a favor and look in the mirror.
Your supposed appearance is reversed.

You are a laughing stock, looked down upon by others.
Feared by none,
Loathed by so many.
Your delusional state of mind shrugs it all off.

You are the clear epitome of the saying, “Beating a dead horse.”
Your harsh judgments have started hopeless flame wars.
Even after all of your huffing and puffing,
So called “witty remarks” behind the computer screen,
You continue to beat that dead horse good
with your irrational hatred for such pointless things.

Who are you to judge?
Last time I checked,
You never deserved the pedestal you’ve put yourself on.
Last time I checked,
You are just as human as the next person.
Something that is clearly a foreign concept for you to grasp.

It’s over.
Get over your hissy fits.
Grow up, get over it, do a 180 degree turn with yourself.
But who am I kidding?
You will forever be known as the beater to that poor, dead horse.

Reviews

[laura hope]

I really like the sarcastic edge to the tone of this piece. its very rambunctious but sweet and somewhat torturing too. i like!

[Sujash I. Purna]

that's a magnificent piece. A little sarcastic yet neatly expressed. I can fathom what this sarcasm is about. A bumptious know-it-all alter-ego that battles against your hindsight and that provokes you to let loose your grasp on chances. Brilliant poetry!