Prancing Behind The Bars

Once assumed to believe,
A status anointed thoroughbred.
Favorite among the elites.
With an exclusive giving,
Of opened bright eyes and crossing 'Ts'.
Like never before seen to believe.
The ability of this popular thoroughbred,
Gave image and the act of it perfectly.
Flawless and repetitious,
Without disappointing..
A growing crowd looking on.
Applauding and cheering enthusiastically.
Not to know exactly,
What it is the anointed thoroughbred did.
Besides prance back and forth,
Locked up behind bars.
Representing image, status and ego,
In abundance shown to prove.
Yet...
Limited to claim being named a winner.
Remains fictioned to delude,
A cheering crowd supporting dreams.
Left financing to endorse a mule.
Too stubborn to accept,
Claiming to be a thoroughbred...
Is something done that has to be proven.
And not sold to be said.
To deceive and fraud just to hear applause!

'How blessed we are.
To be in the presence of such magnificence.'

'I agree.
What a reality.
What a star.
What a representation,
Of how blessed we are!'