In the Eyes of a Goat

the milk of a goat puts hair on your chest

In the Eyes of the Goat

 

As I walk on that rocky road to salvation,

a jagged stone  sends me tumbling into a valley of darkness-

I cannot see what’s before me,

but I can hear the strutting sounds of a goat in heat-

I sing it a lullaby to sooth its dark desires,

and offer it a poisoned treat~

but it sees through my malicious intention-

it spits it in my face~

damns the human race~

and sends me on that twisted road to perdition-

 

6/3/15 RC