THE RED GOAT

Red fur green

eyes massive horns.

Sinking pleasure boat loves no government

One looks on derelict but with hot smoke 

Fumes driving towards the centre point of 

A disease that we fear 

Living inside our bodies

The same capital that lives 

Outside our bodies; you think by knowing this

And writing a poem about it that maybe your

Life won’t end it tragedy 

This could be 

so, you scratch away at the surface

to see if you’re a winner.