"Vog" by Jay Tea

I walk through the valley

Breath out of touch

I never would have guessed I hadn’t worked out this much

The men are almost here

I choke on dried eucalyptus

But nothing can hide my true sickness.

I escaped as an almost

But now I am free

Running from those torturerors who call themselves keepers

Though the only thing they kept

Were there cold beers in beakers.

Lazy and greedy

Walking through my brethren land

I have been tired enough

Now the cards are in my hands (figuratively)

I shake the sighness from my paws

Waiting for the signal

Waiting for a sign

We would be ready to mingle.

I hear a hoot, a holler, a cry

I dive down low

But it’s medium height for this guy.

After a screech like a baby giraffe

He realized I have bitten off most of his calf

My brethren arrive

We take down there forces

Now that I study not all men seem to be on high horses

Actually now, I realize another

Two are holding their hands

One with their mother

A biologist, scientist, veterinarian, and many more alike

It was a search party for me

O Marvelous me

A search party me that lasted all through the night

My mistake was clear

O the painful error in my ways

How could i be forgiven

Could my soul ever be saved?

The answer was yes

I could be forgiven

The keeper drew out his hand

I took it in mine

He fed me some fresh eucalyptus

O That

The man covered his face with a mysterious hat

He took off his hat

But I was too late

I fought for a while

His grip tightening near

His mouth shouting absurds

But I bit his rear

Although he know had me

Yes between his crack

A light prick on my shoulder and I merely collapsed

I knew what had happened moments before it did

This man had an agenda

I had my origin