I Ran Out of Peanuts

[rowens]

it makes a show man out of me,
it's all I ever knew.

Parade around the tent
with that woman on my back.
She isn't all that heavy,
it's the energy I lack.

Shackled, whipped, and beaten,
men don't treat me right.
Get me some more peanuts,
or I might leave tonight.



I think these parts of the poem are all right, though the rhyme with "back" and "lack" take away from it, even though the sentiment adds to it.