the tiny goat wanted a birthday party
and sent out invitations to its friends
but when the day came
none of them remembered
so it gouged out its eyes
with fountain pens
the world is cruel and the moon remote
suicide was not an option for the tiny goat

the tiny goat was very, very ugly
and like all ugly things, it fell in love
when twenty years of waiting turned to nothing
it swallowed lye and laid down on the stove
when the world bites, there's no antidote
who would want to spend forever with a tiny goat?

the world's a leech crawling down one's throat
one would rather be a tick than be a tiny goat