The Great Cash Cow

MOOOO! Wailed the Great Cash Cow the day she covered her udder

O’ Great Matriarch Mama

Stand and let me strip thine white gold

Milk Maid Mason I’m about done being your lover

Each morning you kiss my cheek

But each night you leave me oh-so-cold

But, but mama, does our love not transcend the temporal?

Mason with your sunset tongue crowns could crumble

But I see you each night with that sorrel

No, I’m ahead-of-myself, it is not to do with you, a scoundrel

I’m at my wit’s end can’t you see it!

This great hill is a façade goddammit

All the hay I’d like to eat

All the methane I could excrete

Yet I desire!

All the pleasures are so discrete

Since I left the barn my lust is dust

Charles Chicken, stallmate from days yore

He once climbed this hill daily to explore

But bred for consumption

his legs just couldn’t hold such gumption

Days to weeks to months I flow my milk warm

Months to years to decades I’m left to perform

I can’t take it no more!

I cast of my robes, I’d rather be a whore!

O-okay mama, lets take you home

Much has changed since you’ve been away

Fresh foals need space to roam

Your old stall, restorations are still underway

Why thank you Milk Maid Mason

I apologize for my plight

I promise ill be straight as a bosun

Hush now mama

Sit here and don’t take flight

Just relax while we check your vitals

This here brace is but a bridle

Hold still and exhale

And she did in one last wail