Old Goat

  He don’t give a damn that his glasses
aren’t prescription,
cuz he don’t know how to read,
except the musky scent
of Ohh La La.

He’s been cool since he was a kid
and damn well knows it.

He digs the attention
and a dry, shady corner
to think of days gone by
and to goat dream away
of scaling mountains,
and climbing trees,
and with an audience
he looks down at us
and sez with confidence:
Look what I can do

while he sashays towards Geezerville Pastures. .

3 thoughts on “Old Goat

  1. love it

    On Sun, Aug 18, 2019 at 2:40 PM Boho Dreams of Space and Time wrote:

    > davestankowicz posted: ” He don’t give a damn that his glasses aren’t > prescription, cuz he don’t know how to read, except the musky scent of Ohh > La La. He’s been cool since he was a kid and damn well knows it. He digs > the attention and a dry, shady corner to think of day” >

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