ReAlLY ChilL GoAts

Why you gotta hate so much?
Is it just so bad to be?
Check yourself at the mirror, my friend.
You are a thing that exists.
Maybe you don’t have a mirror,
Maybe you can’t see,
Maybe you don’t even exist.
Well, guess what, buddy?
There are things that can’t see or be seen
and/or don’t exist or have
a mirror either, ok?
Any direction you slice it,
We’re all jolly wankers
Who do shout about ourselves the most,
When better just to get along
Like happy little children or really chill goats.

(Here's a story about a goat: One time I was hiking up on this hill outside town with my buddies Eric and Bobby and we had my two dogs with us, too—Luke and Leia. So we were up on this rocky cliff in the middle of nowhere Nevada climbing these rocks when suddenly this *goat* just appears from out of nowhere, and it’s like a little kid goat, and it starts like playfully butting us with its head.

But we’re way up on these rocks and it’s really persistent, it keeps butting at us harder and hard, and at my dogs, too. It wants to play! But we’re way up on the rocks. Also—I just remembered this—also I had taken off my belt off to leash one of the dogs to keep it away from the goat, but so now my shorts were falling down and I was holding onto my shorts with one hand and my belt with a dog on it in the other, and here was this goat trying to knock us off the rocks, and it almost did.

I remember at one point looking at this goat’s eyes. Goats have the strangest, most mesmerizing eyes. I believe it may have been the very first time I ever looked into a goat’s eyes. And I was basically asking it a question, which was, Are you just playing, or are you trying to kill us? And I don’t think I ever got an answer either way, but it was maybe both? Anyway, goats are very cool and strange animals and I have since encountered several chill goats.)