The Mad Yak

 I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get
from me.

They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.

Where are my sisters and brothers?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap.

And that idiot student of his--
I never saw that muffler before.

Poor uncle, he lets them load him.

How sad he is, how tired!
I wonder what they'll do with his bones?
And that beautiful tail!
How many shoelaces will they make of that!

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