a poem about the goat man i want to be a cult figure but i am just a filthy beast washed only by rainstorms today i felt so sad that i ran at 3 a.m. i head-butted trees until i knocked them down and angered birds i rolled in the grass and screamed then quietly rocked and cradled
cryptid in july poetry day 19, the goat-man
cryptid in july poetry day 19, the goat-man
cryptid in july poetry day 19, the goat-man
a poem about the goat man i want to be a cult figure but i am just a filthy beast washed only by rainstorms today i felt so sad that i ran at 3 a.m. i head-butted trees until i knocked them down and angered birds i rolled in the grass and screamed then quietly rocked and cradled