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That I am but a lone dromedary camel
Trained to hoist your many accomplishments;
You tug at my rein of indignance and
The steel bit of humility indents across my tongue.

My molars are rot with the dearth of fodder that
You assert should generate wholesomeness but I am
Emaciated no matter what it is I am fed
(And everything appears to taste dry and bitter,
Save for ironwood; an addictive, poisonous treat).

You drag cloven feet through sands of futility and misery.
I feel keratin nails chip upon these mineral obstacles
And the strength in my knees wavers, fretfully,
Yet the healing process is much too slow
For the tiresome journey ahead.

My lingering fat serves as a comfort in dwelling within
These barren and unexciting plains, as in the presence
Of a carer who I already know cares not
(I moan continuously, to no perceivable end).

Your horses whinny with amusement and I
Holler in my arrogance and battered pride but
They are more prized a riding beast and my
Mortification means nothing.

One day I will grow old and die;
My utility will be lost to you, and I will be
But a carcass from which you strip your meat.
The memorable ghost of my existence a
Mere pet name upon your lips.

It will be a red camel who replaces me.

Description
That I am but a lone dromedary camel
Trained to hoist your many accomplishments;
You tug at my rein of indignance and
The steel bit of humility indents across my tongue.

My molars are rot with the dearth of fodder that
You assert should generate wholesomeness but I am
Emaciated no matter what it is I am fed
(And everything appears to taste dry and bitter,
Save for ironwood; an addictive, poisonous treat).

You drag cloven feet through sands of futility and misery.
I feel keratin nails chip upon these mineral obstacles
And the strength in my knees wavers, fretfully,
Yet the healing process is much too slow
For the tiresome journey ahead.

My lingering fat serves as a comfort in dwelling within
These barren and unexciting plains, as in the presence
Of a carer who I already know cares not
(I moan continuously, to no perceivable end).

Your horses whinny with amusement and I
Holler in my arrogance and battered pride but
They are more prized a riding beast and my
Mortification means nothing.

One day I will grow old and die;
My utility will be lost to you, and I will be
But a carcass from which you strip your meat.
The memorable ghost of my existence a
Mere pet name upon your lips.

It will be a red camel who replaces me.