Meat Cow Sinner
One foggy morning
I'd snuck away from my childhood bed
with good intentions...
wandering over to the farmer's field
releasing his herd of meat cows
from their death sentence-
I was caught in the act
cow patties on my feet
the pungent evidence
the freedom cows were re-sentenced...
as punishment
a red-throated farmer
draped a dead snake around my neck.
I fancy to think, through the morning mist,
God simply winked at my meat cow sins.
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