Ode to a Suicidal Cow

	I'm jealous of a cow.
	A suicidal one, no less
	It gave its life up willingly
	when it found out how you'd dress
	Like ebon arms about you
	you're embraced by leather vest
	It holds you close and sensually
	brushing at your breasts
	Your legs, long and limber
	are, by that cow, caressed
	The touch that lovers pray for
	well - that cow's already blessed!
	Of course it's wrapped about your calves
	I wonder how it guessed
	that leather boots complete the look
	(and I'm no fetishist!)
	When that cow learned its Fate
	it did not low distressed
	It called out to its bovine god
	and, once its' sins confessed,
	it committed mooicide
	to start its holy quest
	I long to get so close to you
	to hold you to my chest
	it's why I'm jealous of a cow
	and find myself ... depressed