Them goats I tell ya, it's them goats I saw
up dancing on the MOAB stage
All hues of different colors
while eating up this page.

I thought to myself, this is different,
as a goat came from behind
it was looking for another page,
that page it could not find.

The page that was numbered high
way past twenty and nine
it numbered more like thirty thousand seven hundred and fifty two
point six, twelve and five.

Now why would a goat want to eat a page
that doesn't yet exist?
it must have fell through a wormhole
and now it's just plain pissed.

So watch your pages and watch your posts
they could be lost to a goat..
on the MOAB stage eating every page..
while mom is floating in a boat..
on the MOAB sea ..
with a cup of tea..
through the MOAB wormhole..
toward her next journey.

Excerpts from perverted INK.
'Goats ala Fricassee'