Fair Warning

You do cringe at my sight and call me names,
But you binge upon blights of ballsy games.
Say "leave me be to do my own soft work";
Does work entitle you to be a fair jerk?
Does the legality of position
Cause your sensuality, derision
Of what I hold to be the true life and bliss?
Or is something lacking, my eyesight amiss?
Yet understand, though you may ridicule,
Horses have legs to race. But bidden tools,
No matter their great pace, are mere puppets;
For old they grow to be put down, buffets
And curses like snow place them on the ground.
If you change not, like these, your body found.

                                                                      Fair Warning, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012