The Outcaste Mule

Donkey's have no jockeys to master the rounds
They aren't like horses, camels or hounds
 
No one praises them for carrying a load
They slump away on grumpy grumps mode
 
They don't get dolled up for beauty pageants
or become the moulds for toys and gadgets
 
Their eyes don't compensate for their slimy spittle
Their hair's not silky but rather gristle
 
Their mood's not lean but stubborn and fat
without the finesse of a domestic cat
 
They really lack charm,
prophesy truths unsavory
 
But one has carried the man
who wildly saved me