Carrot Stick

Carrots dangled before the eyes of an unwanted mule
Slowly but steadily he realizes he's no more a tool
All of those gratisfying pats on the back at the end on the day
They simply don't make up for being used this way

So much trust was release before being lead
But without care, I was stalled and put to bed
No wipe down, brush down, or even any hay
Yet still my love and affection was expected to show every fucking day
 
The longer we continue, the longer the rows grow
It's getting harder to pull this fucking relationship with your love in tow
But I'm no more than a beast of the dam field
I reap what I sow with no reason to feel

As you walk behind me watching the sweat glistening on my back
Our relationship stumbles through the gopher holes and cracks
The rocky soil dulls and scars the fucking plow's blade
The blame is placed on me with your whip, but nothing is said

Our field is our destiny, this is why the rows are so long
I could easily and stubbornly sit and take the whip, but who would that harm
I eat because you feed, I love because you need
This relationship was casted before the planting of the first fucking seed

No matter the treatment or the words being said
Stubborn is my way of life, giving up isn't in my head
The whip, hahaha, only makes me appreciate my time spent with you
And renew the hope that there are easier rows ahead to help see me through