High Horses of a Bogus Lady

Get off your high horses ma’am
Your vision is distorted up there.
You need to climb down that saddle ma’am
To view the world with a practical pair.


Get off your high horses ma’am
For your do not deserve to strut up there
You need to come down ma’am
And mingle with the average man.


Get off your high horses ma’am
Take off that corset that hides your ugliness
Come down, crouch on your knees ma’am
And ask your lord for forgiveness.


Who gave you the right ma’am
To look down at the rest of humanity?
Come down to the ground with a slam
Maybe it will rid you of your vanity.


You preach you’re perfect and ever so great
When you are nothing but a fake creation.
You endlessly state and dictate
To people your importance and to the nation.
What would make you realize
That you are nothing but a lie?
What would open up your eyes
Wide open to the truth up in the sky?


Get off your high horses ma’am
Come down; let your feet touch the ground.
And roll around in the mud ma’am
For it might to the earth have you bound!