Goat

Don't fuck this up. This a paid game.

A dumpy goat

Bit her finger

Like a baby carrot last night

She's sweating through the sheets

Like a bag of rotting meat

She's talking to the ghosts

Who gather at her feet

She's got

Salmonella

We dialed the doctor but there's no reply

(Straight to voicemail)

The rumor on the street

Is he's cheating on his wife

With the locum tenens

And a guy who swallows knives

And looks like

Sal Mineo

And her complexion is a curious shade of green

Brighter than a bunion

Paler than a peach

Darker than a dungeon

A ripe sardine

She's got

Salmonella

She is now

Dead as a doornail