Where, Oh Where!
I looked high and low at the club.
I searched far and wide, across the bay!
Where, oh where is my goat
Jaccob Whiteaker; "Yay"?
So, now I bleed behind my disguise,
The optics to find him are looking bleak.
In my chamber, I pray to find that which I seek.
When I see you again, I'll be on cloud nine.
But I know not, if it is him that I will truly find...
For what if yay, was really a way of thinking
That all my years of sorrow, nights spent drinking
Was part of yay all along...
Misery and sadness were just yay holding strong.
Thus, it is inherent to 'yay'-ness to suffer
For even though I think myself tougher, my spirit is quashed,
I now know the truth.
My goat is washed.
Discord