The Goat Poem by Raj Dronamraju

What kind of goat am I?
Who hits his head against the wall
And eats tin cans
And chases people with territorial claims

In other words, mindless action
Self-destruction losing out to pointless pathology
Well did you ever learn what your parents tried to teach you of far off freedom
And the ancestors who penned you in stables

It was a woman's voice
Attempting to sell the deception
Of living in wide open fields
With abundant resources and freedom of self

It was the dinner bell
That brought you to heel
The promise of safety
The glory of captivity

According to an encyclopedia,
Goats have a curious and inquisitive nature
Prodding the fence
Looking for holes in the fence