I have accepted the fact that I am a camel.
I am not a horse.
I will never gallop through green pastures, leaping over split-rail fences in Kentucky.
I will never reside in somebody’s barn, being fed apples by loving hands.
I will never produce beautiful foals on shaky knees.
I am a different breed of animal.
I am slow to go where I’m going, but I go and go and go.
I spit at those who reach for me.
I am the butt of jokes… or Geico commercials.
I live in the sunshine with my feet in the sand.
I am a camel and way too funky for Kentucky.