Best He Goat Poems
He-goat said"Mum place yourself for mounting"
She frowned that he has no fear for Dad`s thing,
Not afraid of Daddy`s hit,
He`s prepared for this fast fit,
ready to use condom for this kicking.
He smells here and there like the politicians,
He is as stupid as the looters of our lilies pride.
Where ever he goes, people knows he has entered
Because of his fart which smell like the politicians lies.
A politician in the animal kingdom, a tyrant to humans.
His black colour depict the darkest part of the politician' hearts and his brown body represent their enviness.
Once they fart, every masses become insane and dance to their lies.
Liars they are, waiting to devour the righeousness of the ignorant public.
Dirty game they play as the He Goat swell around in dirtiness.!
Who has seen the He-Goat and have not seen the politician?!
Who has seen the politicians and have not seen the He-Goat in his crazy form?
Politi-Goat, Goatician! Goatician, Politi-Goat!!
Politicians have no morals as the He Goat has none.
He has curved horn
colored dirty black body
never brushes his teeth
that he exposes often
probably to express envy
to every rival seen around
He cares not about the tail
that is doggish and fat
mustache he does not brush neat
and the belly that is heavy
as that of a she-goat touches soil
when he moves around the herd
He stands up to address goats
and to warn line of opponents
But the mouth gets stuck
He only waved his doggish tail
and shows off his harmless horns
as he intimidates others ..Meee. Meee!
But the more he brags and intimidates
the uglier he looks in the herd
He causes goats to laugh, jeer
while embracing other He-goats
intimately!
HE-GOAT:
Why do you always put rope around my neck?
Allow me to be free like other animals here,
I want to be like the fowl that roam about without
Any rope tie around its neck and legs.
I want to be like the dogs that keep watch over you,
I want to look like the pussy cat that is free like the flowers in the field, I know I shall die someday but
This freedom I seek to be like others.
Does my stupidity surpass others in the kingdom?
Does my aroma makes me a captive of men?
Free me a little and much shall I serve you,
The cud in my mouth; you caused to be so,
The black strips on my back you caused,
And later you feast on me during festivals.
What is life anyway to my kind that we die any how?
MAN:
I won't be blame for your plight Mr Goat.
Man was given the authority to kill and eat,
You are foolish and stupid and we can't manage you,
I kept my yam yesterday and you ate it without even
Seeking my permission, what do you think I will do?
I have to tie you here and make you stay one place because, men only realise how much freedom worth when they are been camp in one corner of the house.
Listen, listen and listen Mr Goat, until you change
Men will keep treating you like this.
Many animals wash their body during creation day but you failed to wash yours because of stupidity.
Many animals received wisdom from the maker on the day of creation but, you requested for grasses rather than wisdom, that is why you are foolish.
The change has to be inbuilt, Mr Goat.
Presence in class made a student
to shade rapid tears endlessly
I asked her one day
“Dear student tell me;
bright, sharp and smart you are
why do you cry in class
every time I come to teach?”
and she told me;
“Whenever I see you, Sir,
When I look at your long beard
I remember my He-goat
that a thief stole from me
a few years back!”
it was born in a forest of foliage
that it did not find appetite to enjoy
instead it chose marijuana as food
it loved it and boasted about it often
that it found pleasure in odd things
every she-goat was a meaningless kid
its siblings, parents a bundle of nonsense
in the herd it tempered other he-goats
tongue out, eyes swollen with rage
in its excitement it ordered marijuana
to be official diet of every goat member
and so in its excited disorientation
the whole herd became weird in conduct
and naïve in social relationships in and far
water was not drank but alcoholic spirits
many goats wished they were unborn
the lucky ones escaped to nearby bushes
even there they were harassed by hyenas
but an exotic he-goat observed from near
“try here too, come along for a match now
spill your madness beyond the fences
those big eyes, long tongue I shall gorge
I will make you eat grass, herbs and drink
ordinary water that you senselessly hate”.
but the disoriented he-goat continued
in its ways to fidget, bellicose and bleat
What becomes of crazy mixed up kids fifty years on?
They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats.
I am in part a Protestant,
In part I am a Jew,
But then I am a Catholic,
on off-days an atheist, too.
I’m something of a socialist
and pay my union dues
from well-laundered Mafia funds.
Psst! Have you got your share, too?
If they’d put me down in Ulster,
I’d have blown my brains out with a gun,
Just to keep ‘em guessing
Which faction in me won.
You can call me all the names you like.
A Prot, a wop, a yid.
In earlier days I used to be
a crazy mixed-up kid.
And I sure still am baffled
by this crazy mixed-up world,
and don’t expect enlightenment
ere my winding sheet is furled.
But there’s just one thing I’d like to know
Before the day I die.
Which part of me is all the rest,
And which part of me is I?
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