Goatishness : A Change For The Better
I was barefaced and ignored
And drained a booze-filled silver flask
(In my pocket was it stored)
Not for me the beard, the horns
The cloven hooves, or tail
And I am not the one who mourns
The extinction of the quail
My goatishness is subtle, yet
It serves me well enough
And when I'm saddened or upset
I sit upon my duff
I don my goat mask seldom but
Its presence keeps me sane
No longer am I in a rut
I have sent away my pain
Contributors: | Roland, F, Dassn't Say, N, snortules. |
Poem finished: | 25th August 2003. |