Slowly the world progresses towards balanceism,as we lose racism (well almost), sexism (well almost), and eventually all of the ism's, hopefully and inevitably, let us hear it from a horse's mouth, ladies, gentlemen, all creatures great and small, meet charlie.

Hello, My name is Charlie And I am just a horse I dont wanna let that stop me From getting my divorce My fathers name is Worthenmenjenson My mother she declined My sister was bestowed with Glorious Clementine Saturdays are for walking Around and around for one of them Sundays we go running For the loudest of the men It's like that for my friend Apache Fog Happiest painted bloke Seven weeks since his last race He won roses for somebody else If it wasn't for this goddamn shoe That they nailed here to my hand I could grab a pen and write it down I'd be makin my demands It go something like this Hello, My name is Charlie And I am just a horse But I don't wanna let that stop me From getting my divorce I want green grass I want wind beneath my every little thing I wanna run for days not laps I wanna run for days not laps We done played that