Terzanelle of Robot Ponies
Carrie Lorig
The farrier says you’ll do it all, basketball and blackjack.
With twenty preset functions you’ll forget, robot pony,
your vines and veins hissing in a rotting haystack.
With the grass around your heart mowed down, you get so bony.
We promise our bridles will not have bits, but built in GPS.
You’ll forget with twenty preset functions, robot pony
Right out of our hand, you’ll eat plastic bags ripped up like lettuce.
By 2053, every family gives up their Ford 2 and 4 doors.
We promise our bridles will not have bits, but built in GPS.
Once you have nylon fur and a hydraulic press, they’ll be no saddlesores.
Flies won’t bite you and neither will electric fences
By 2053, every family gives up their Ford 2 and 4 doors.
Gallop us into a future of programmed, surefire horse sense
Out on the silicon range they are building carbon fiber ranches
Flies won’t bite you and neither will the electric fences.
Stronger than a fleet of tankers, your back will never sway
Instruct everyone, robot pony, with a series of prerecorded neighs
The farrier says you’ll do it all, basketball and blackjack
your vines and veins hissing in a rotting haystack.