Jackass (c. 1975)

Numb as a Jackass
on his night out
all I feel are my ears.

Climb a mountain,
cross a desert,
eat a bale of hay -
kick my master in the balls.

Why not bite a flea to death,
or stomp a snake into the ground,
or swish my tail and wait and see
tomorrow, where I'm bound?

It's not my choice,
I have no say.
I do not trust,
it matters not -
it's just another day.

Just a Jackass ~ what the Hell?
could've been a cow.