The rear section of an equine
does all the work.
It handles the load
uphill and down.
It is deserving of respect
though none is forthcoming.
We compare it to
those whose behavior
we do not approve of.
When we gaze at it,
it appears unjustly criticized.
Were we to be just
to the afore mentioned rear,
our hearts would swell with pride
when it
and our good name
were comparatively spoken.
The bias of it all!
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