Listen to the sounds
Of a goat in distress
Some rotter is scraping
And doesn’t care less
All of its skin and wool
Pains me to say
Cashmere your jumpers
Why they are not okay
Because it’s bloody cruel
How they relieve the goat
Of it’s wool with a pull
Straight out of its throat
Comes the cry of a banshee
In audibly bad
Violence and misery
It’s just so sad
How ignorant people are
Wearing their pain
I just lose my mind
When I hear it again
Raucous and awful the sadness in me
On hearing the bleating
As a constancy