Somehow I was inside the goat,
Once I had been a man 6 feet tall three inches,
If this a goat joke? I told cracks on monkeys, an deer on beer,
but goats might be funnyer
tee-he, tee he.
Imagine a hoofed animal, maybe I’ll get horns like a demon?
This place is big, god, it’s a barn!
pigs – none of them seem to talk!
Hard to believe,
but I can walk around
If there is a god, he’s in the same profession as me.
I was in Doctor Boliviers office last Tuesday at 4 PM,
his last mal-practice suit, I guess for the day,
somehow didn’t make it, well now I know,
sure as a knockout punch, that lifes joke,
I would yell out, but with this mouth
I’m at a loss for words
Then I pondered as around the barn I wandered, will this horror somehow pass?
All of a sudden terror splashed and glued itself to me, blocked my racing mind,
As a human, often speeding in my Ford Pickup,
I met Marge at the Organic Chef,
Where our most gleeful delights were: GOAT, PIG AN GOAT
I never ever want to think again!
Please let me lose my mind!
I do not want to think again, until after I’m dined!