Love's A Hungry Goat Poem by Frankline Shem O.

Love's a goat, it eats your socks,
Your wallet, pride, and favorite Crocs.
It chews your dreams and spits them out,
Then leaves you broke and full of doubt.

At first, it's sunshine, sweet and bright,
With moonlit walks and hugs so tight.
Then—BAM! —it flips, the goat gets mean,
And munches through your self-esteem.

You buy them gifts, you write them songs,
They ghost you—poof! —and string you along.
You try to leave, but joke's on you—
That goat has locked the exit, too!

So is love cursed? Or is it blessed?
Depends on if you pass the test—
Can you survive the goat's delight,
Or will it eat your socks tonight?