Billy

I am a mild-mannered farmer of fertile fields
a kind man with a homespun smile
I carefully choose my words, polite to a fault
a tender and caring gentleness to all in my eyes
in the final fall days of September I bring in our crops
humming Mantovani and working dawn to long past dusk

but when the October moon is full and crops are finally in
my wife lifts her skirts and teases me into the gated barnyard
quicksteps away from me, locks the gate
and speeds off in the truck to visit her mother

the goat in me rises with the blood red harvest moon
the billy buried within sprouts short goat horns
cloven hooves painfully replace tender human feet
coarse hair sprouts from beastly legs
snorting and pawing at the ground
eyes glowing red with desire’s fire
the dark prince priapus fuels and feeds
my horny hungry cock with blood and semen

this fucking barnyard gate
won’t hold me, I run full speed
and throw my head at it
back legs steely spring
my horns into the woeful wood
the muscles in my shoulders and neck
hammer at the fucker until it cracks
and splinters and hangs loosely on its hinges
I kick it and chew at it some more
then butt it into its final splintered death

loose and free now I leap ripping off these goddamned
woven trappings till naked I flex my fine-ass fucking form
a fucking horny billy goat half man half farting satyr

I head for the next farm down and I fuck a vintage Studebaker truck
with a conveniently sized tailpipe looking sexy beside the barn

I head-butt in the farmhouse door
I fuck the farmer’s three fine young daughters, one of them I fuck twice
she loves it, then I fuck his fat and comely wife

billy boy bellows a fine fucking goat song
that celebrates hot and horny fucking
my semen splattered pelt reeks of wild sex
I look around for something else to fuck

nothing's moving so I fuck the drainpipe on the side of the house

now I am prancing down the moonlit dirt road
heading towards a sleepy Alberta town
playing a lusty tune on my shepherd’s pipe

you thought you knew me to be gentle and kind
but when my horns are on me you should watch your behind