Goats Profoundly lost,
we sin in haste
and do our best
to breach your trust.
Our paternos-
ters, liquor-laced,
are prayed in jest
(to your disgust)
with fingers crossed.
Defiled, disgraced
and self-obsessed,
we are the dust
that will exhaust
your patience. Faced
with flesh undressed,
we do what must
be done. Unbossed,
we strain to taste
what we can wrest
and call it just.
We bear the cost
of lives laid waste,
for we’ve been blest
with boundless lust.
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