Billy Goat Poem by Chris Jibero

Billy goat, billy goat
Will you ever stop strutting publicly
In frenzied fancy
And embarrassing ecstasy
And bleating as a motherless kid
Lying helpless in an ill-favoured cot
And sniffing as a poor cook smelling ogiri
That even a man with blocked nostrils
Knows its peculiar characteristic
And mounting mountains
High and low
And gyrating atop them methodically
As a professional Akunechenyi dancer
With an inclination to please his hirer

Billy goat, billy goat
Will you ever stop disgracing
Your mother
And your sisters
And all your female extended family members
Or is incest a stranger
In your clan
Or is your unlimited freedom to have a taste
Of every nanny goat's pot of honey
Factored into your beard
And your pendulous balls
An integrated prolific baby factory
Or is your hot blood
With your body odour
A concoction against AIDS
Mankind's sexual terrorist?

(c) Chris. Jibero.