My Social Media-less Life

The following poem is something I wrote the day I discovered Lo-Fi music and needed to get SOMETHING written down. This was the first thing I wrote.
You’ve also been warned that it may not be my best, but it is hilarious.

A goat stands on a mountain.
Where did the goat come from?
Where is it going?
Why is there a goat?
Do we ever find out what the goat does?

The goat runs down the mountain.
The grass is greener at the bottom.
Just the right amount of sunshine and not too much dry air.
In the summertime, the goat galavants about with its buddies.
They frolic and butt heads and play all kinds of games.

On Tuesdays, the goat feeds its face with hay from the stable.
Does the goat belong to this stable?
Did it escape?
Is the goat even real?
Why is there a goat?