Moo!

You know how

You’re not of my kind

Yet somehow you’ve found your way between my hips?

 

You know how acid trips

Can swallow your whole tongue up?

There’s a silver lining: I can do the same.

I’ve never taken acid, but you can try it,

For me.

 

Everything noble, I’m supposed to give away.

Mine’s not for me to celebrate,

It’s supposed to make you pay.

 

I was born with feet tied, like a slave,

But if I part them

I’m called as if I were their slave

Anyway.

 

I can prove to be your high, I’m convinced

You can lace everything I drink,

You can paint me all in gold, and then

Tell me to go 'moo',

I think:

He’s treated me well.

 

I wouldn’t want to insult the poor animals.

Never mind.

I’ll go back to sleep,

Till I get lonely

Don’t want to kill

The other sheep.