The Goat Poem by Craig Ludwig

Everyone is worried about who is the GOAT; when many individuals have lost hope.

They can barely cope with everyday life as they feel bound by rope. They squirm and there is no laughter, no joke.

They can't break through the walls like a wrecking ball. No matter who they call; they still feel like they fall.

It's kind hard to stand tall when you're feeling kind of small. All you want to do is scream at the top of your lungs so everyone can hear you down the hall.

But if you are not considered a GOAT; you get lost like a boat in the Bermuda Triangle because they think like you a toy that is broke. So it does matter how good you spoke, or how you feel after you woke.

The sun kisses your skin like an ordinary folk. You cook your egg without breaking the yolk and live your life the best you but it's a nope.

You'll never be considered a GOAT if in your life all you learned how to do is to stay afloat. So go grab your coat and work harder than anyone but be humble and never gloat.

Maybe then you can see yourself as a GOAT. It doesn't matter how anyone else votes; you decide whether to self-promote yourself as the GOAT.