The Maleducated Deer

There was this deer, or maybe that
A different deer, well, they're all the same
Or maybe a monkey, Butterfly, who cares?
Yeah, well, they'd care, or he, she, or it, no matter.
The deer, whatever, the same, or a different one
You know, our subject matter, or the latter
Was, as it happens, or might at least,
Maleducated
Didn't know his food, or the way to it maybe
Is it leaves that deer eat, or lice?
Mice, maybe, or huge herds of other deer?
Force-fed antibiotics, industrial class hay?
What is poisonous -to a deer, anyway-?
('cause from what I've seen it's all a big lump
with a skull-sign, a cross.)
Is a buzzing sound OK, up there in that tree?
Should the air be so thick and the light so dim?
Is a red spot bad? When can you go
and where?
So, yes, maybe it ate some bad shit
Or maybe didn't eat at all
Was afraid to try, or didn't care enough.
Seeing freaky things, or too many boring ones
might have been involved, or not
Some of it real? Who knows; no one cares?
The short of it:
The deer wandered out
Out of the forest, into the desert
Or maybe it was an island,
so into the sea
We don't know, 'cause no one goes there
(outside, that is, or inside, there, anyway,
you know, that way)
What came then
Is the deer's business alone,
'cause we don't care enough to know
Are scared to go
Probably died alone of his hunger
In that strange empty place
(I suppose it's empty, maybe)
Without even other deer to say goodbye
Another deer
Or an owl
I mean, another owl
Or not another, but that one
The other than the deer
I mean the owl that wasn't there
Although now that I think of it
Maybe neither was the deer