goat horns
ebony black
emerge from my forehead
i tune in to
what you’re thinking
and i think you need
a spanking
split footed
i walk upon two legs
like a man
visage of a man
but my voice
the bleating of a goat
in a hot, dusty yard
floating and leaving no trace
goat horns
ebony black
emerge from my forehead
i tune in to
what you’re thinking
and i think you need
a spanking
split footed
i walk upon two legs
like a man
visage of a man
but my voice
the bleating of a goat
in a hot, dusty yard