I didn’t ask for this right now
But I was given an angry cow
Her mooing sounds like a threat
I think she does not want to be my pet
I don’t know why she wears giant plaid running shoes
or why she stands in the garage swaying back and forth and listening to the blues
Every day it’s Robert Cray, Robert Cray, Robert Cray
I want to hit her on the head with a heavy ashtray
When I look at her in the right light I see cuts of meat sketched out on her skin
Ribs, roasts, sirloin, brisket, t-bone, tenderloin, porterhouse: it’s a sin
I’ve named her Bossy because she is
and I’m studying cows like I’m going to take a quiz
I’ve added to her playlist–I don’t think it’s a crime
We listen to the Beach Boys some of the time
Bossy seems to like “California Girls” and “Warmth of the Sun”
I think we may actually be starting to have some fun!
I’ve decided not eat her any time soon
Instead, I’ll be feasting on curry and crab Rangoon