I took my love to the olde cow patch
The cow said “Moo”
And I said “Catch!”
I threw a stone he did not see.
That cow is dead because of me.
So I’ll keep scoring
Til I die.
But for the cow I killed,
*this poem was inspired by a Facebook post and does not reflect the attitudes or ethics of its author. You could even say, in a certain light, it is but the antithesis of my long-cherished beliefs. You could also say, in another light, that it is the work of my alter ego, who represents my devilish lady-plowing id which only exists as an internalization of my enemies and compensatory identification with the aggressor. Really, you could say a whole bundle of things.