*creative challenge*

I believed that I could do anything
and that mountains could be scaled
and so I chewed on newspaper
reading while I consumed
breaking down pulp compounds
for the sugar I derived
and set off to claim my space
Billy, the Kid
Adventurer with eyes on top
4-stomachs housing fanny packs
stuffed with ascension maps

They tried to lock me up at first
Thinking me a dumb creature
But I could still see the mountain top
and so I scaled their walls,
elevating myself by observing
learning how doors open and closed
using my horns on all gate-master foes

They called me Mandigo or Baphomet
Implied I was a wicked, lascivious beast
The pursuit of copulation my entire existence
and that I lured saints away by my paganistic treats

What makes me beast?
That I eat what I need to survive
And that I enjoy the act that nature picked
to be the vehicle on which we all arrive?
At this point in my life,
I celebrate what makes me feel alive

I put their hypocrisy in my fanny pack
And ate the lesson I was shown
Comfortable with the rate I scaled cliffs
Looking back periodically,
As stereotypical images grew smaller and smaller
And my place at the top of the mountain
became a destination suddenly closer
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*theme: Goat Sex and Fanny Packs - Inspirational w/ no humor.