Goat Quixote

Whose hill this is I do not knowThe owner left so long agoHe would not mind me coming, thoughTo fertilize the ground below. My donkey friend must think it queerTo see me boldly discharge hereBetween the roads and foggy MonThe darkest hour before the dawn. I give my little tail a shakeAnd pellets I do … Read more

Blah, blah, blah, say the humans. And baa, baa, baa, say I. Elections my tail! I’ve seen it all, man. Like, I was sitting in Bobby Dylan’s pad on 4th Street one night back in ’65, and he said, “You know, the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools.” And then … Read more

I don’t know any goat that’s 100% black or white or tan. Most of us are of mixed color, and proud of it. But I do know a few billies and nannies who are predominantly black and beautiful, and I never understood how they could work at that racist place called ‘Maggie’s Farm.’ You know, … Read more