Whipping Goat
'I need some short sleeve pants'
He said
He is alive
My world is dead
'Cause thinking of you
Takes me back
To worlds of lead
When I was fed
With hurt.
'I'M NOT YOUR WHIPPING GOAT!'
I said.
'YOU TAKE YOUR SHIT;
I'LL TAKE YOUR HEAD!
AND DON'T YOU BOTHER WITH ME
ANY MORE!'
He said
'You'll do as you are told!
I'll take your kids!
I'll have you sold!
I risked my life
I broke the mold.
And they arrested me
I cried, so shamefully.
They said 'Don't worry
Cause it's really no big deal.'
That wasn't how I felt.
I thought that surely I would melt
With sorrow.
My friend,she came with me to court
And honestly, I felt a wart
Inside my heart
Outside, it grew
The looks, they shined
But knives were few
To cut the ropes
That bound me to
The hostage in
My soul.
8-20-09
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