Clan Of The Dead Goats Poem by Kaytee Zephyr

As I'm sitting in this corner,
I'm freightened to the bone
I hear noises in the next room
Tonight, I'm settling in alone
No, no, no, please go away
This hating has to stop
He points his finger at his wife
And clicks the air away

He needs a record to keep clear of
A plan of action to hold onto
He keeps his rifles in the cages
A clan of the dead goats...

I've disappeared into the darkness
Into a cold and lonely hole
I think the further I get
The smaller I seem
No, no, no, please go away
This hating has to stop
I'm in a substantial silence
Now to stop all the violence

He needs a record to keep clear of
A plan of action to hold onto
He keeps his rifles in the cages
A clan of the dead goats

No, tonight is not a drill,
Studied from the front to back
I've endured too long. So,
I'll stand tonight to show how I feel
No, no, no, please go away
This hating will stop
I'm in a substantial silence
Now to stop all this violence