Mules Poem by Mason Maestro

Wake up... stumble to the trough.
Another day of lovely... productive... cough.
Got my measured ration of hay and lies,
With the sunshine beaten out of my eyes.
The man on the loudspeaker, he tells me what I've won,
The privilege of working 'til my working day is done.
And I thank him, yes I do.

They built a lovely stable, sturdy walls and deep,
To give my precious soul a lovely... peaceful... sleep.
They pat my head and tell me,
'You're the backbone of this land, '
While they're loading up the cargo
With their soft, untouchable hands.
The weight feels like a promise,
A purpose and a goal,
It's the rock upon my back
That proves I have a soul.
And I believe it, yes I do.

I am a good Mule. A steady Mule.
I know my place, I follow the rule.
I carry the weight, I pay my dues,
I've got everything to lose... so I can't refuse.
No, I never refuse.
And sometimes in the quiet,
Between the bell and the lash,
I get a flash of something...
Before it turns to ash.
A memory of green fields,
A feeling in my bones,
Of a path that wasn't paved
With these respectable, grey stones.
But the whistle screams 'AMBITION! '
And the carrot's shining bright,
So I put my head back down
And I push with all my might.
And I forget it... yes I do.

LOAD! LOAD! LOAD UP THE BURDEN!
MY WORTH IS IN THE WEIGHT!
MY DIGNITY'S A CURRENCY
I SPEND ON DEBT AND HATE!
THIS STABLE IS A PALACE!
THIS YOKE A CROWN OF GOLD!
A MILLION TONS OF NOTHING FOR A STORY THAT I'S SOLD!
A STORY THAT I...

I am a good Mule...
A broken Mule...I knew my place, I followed the rule.
I carried the weight, I paid my dues,
I've got nothing to lose... so what's left to refuse?
No... nothing... to refuse...
Good Mule. Steady Mule.
Backbone of the world.
Just... one... more... load...