The Horse Is Dead Anyway
written by: Marial Awendit
Man, the horse is dead.
Give the chicken some grains.
The white cock is mounting the black hen,
But don’t go live on national TV
And say they are mating.
That is something the couple did not tell us.
There is a man planning to sue the Roman Empire
For killing Jesus.
Pilate is now conscripted to rule over small heaps of dust.
Barabbas may be stealing God’s cockerels right now.
Man, Judas Iscariot is still demanding his extra charge.
He finally figured out he sold a whole Messiah.
Wait, did I just accuse Barabbas of theft?
Man, skin the damn horse and give me some hide,
I want something hairy, to sit on during family barbecues,
Often, in the trees.
You have watched it for so long its hooves are falling off.
You won’t buy a golden necklace for it, on my watch,
Because, man, the horse is utterly done – I can hear its afterlife.
But man, they are going to the moon
And they speak of a place
Where water seems to have dried up on Mars,
But I have not told them the horse is dead.
Well, I have a big conspiracy theory
You should listen to:
Maybe, someone drank all that water.
Well, that does not change the fact that this horse
Won’t wake up.
Man, when dead horses stay around for too long,
They may begin to stink.
But man, tell the boys to give the goats more grass,
Because, the damn horse is gone and gone again.
Man, scientists are whispering
About some roundworms
They dug out of the Siberian permafrost,
Frozen for the last 46,000 years.
The worms are so fresh,
You can make a good stew out of them
With garlic and Royco.
They keep hiding the old things
In sterilized rooms, in a locked safe,
As if that is what kept
The worms hidden for all those years.
They have been talking about freezing
Dead bodies, in wait to wake them up
When science is more advanced,
Then, they complain that the brain’s wiring
May die,
Leaving only nonsense.
Man, many horses have died before and
They are still so dead they cannot attend
The King’s parade,
But this horse is so dead you can prick its butthole
With a needle and it won’t give a single jerk.
Man, give the monkeys some salted groundnuts;
They have been hopping around us for some time now.
Yeah man, see them shuffling into the bush,
In a triumphant mood.
The man whose dog shielded a toddler
From a snakebite, erected a statue
In honor of his dog.
About half of the dog’s dick is sculpted outside
The foreskin.
What has martyrdom got to do with arousal?
But the horse is dead anyway…
- The Horse Is Dead Anyway - November 17, 2025
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