Poem-Sabu

SABU

Sabu the goat lived on Suicide Mountain
He had a mobile home, a microphone with a council pop fountain and a laptop
He liked to keep other goats out of sight
And walked around the mountain feeling spite
He was glad he was alone
He hated other goats and enjoyed being remote
He spent his days counting grass
And thinking of all the goats that had crossed him in the past
And how happy he was on Suicide Mountain
All alone with his laptop and council pop fountain
He spent his nights drinking, smoking and swearing
Usually wearing women’s clothes
He liked to expose himself on the net
To vets
Often he would sing on the Mike
Cross dressing songs and slurs of shite
On Suicide Mountain it always rained
Alone in women’s clothes Sabu never felt ashamed
And he was happy that every day was the
Same.