By PAUL DESPREZ
It’s all very well to write reviews,
And carry umbrellas and keep dry shoes,
And say what everyone’s saying here,
And wear what everyone else must wear,
But tonight I’m sick of the whole affair.
For I want free life and I want fresh air,
And I long for the canter after the cattle,
For the crack of the whip, like shots in battle,
For the meelee of hoofs and horns, and heads