Imported Dreams

If I had a pony,

I could eat for months

But little girls would cry

And who can handle that?

 

But if I had my pony

I guess we could be friends

I guess we could hang out sometimes

And I could shovel shit.

 

And if I had a pony

I could maybe wonder

What they would be like someday

And worry all the time.

 

But I don’t have a pony

And probably never will

I think it’s for the best somehow

But who am I to say?

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