— “Mission Accomplished”

Think of him as a wee
barnyard elf; farm help,
working off his low

hell bent to go beyond
all doubts of his worth
to mess with his beloved
sacred cow, on fire

for her lost deep eyes,
her supposed big heart,
her all-Americud chops
and heifer-perfect twat.

See him as two feet tall
with a twelve-inch cock,
standing on a large rock,
deflowering Daisy Mae.

Think of us as their calves,
our lower parts all hooves
and tail, our top halves
dim-witted dupes.


©James L. Ralston


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