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Sitting on a mother
Pretending to slice
Her throat with a blade
This is never nice
Teaching young children
How it is done
Cutting the throat
Watch the blood run
Tis true children probably
Eat sausages they
Have no idea, they just follow a way
Of eating dead flesh
Killed by slaughter men who
Think nothing of killing
It’s just a view
Of life and of death
With one stroke of a blade
With one stroke of a blade
Watch a life fade

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Sitting on a mother Pretending to slice Her throat with a blade This is never nice Teaching young children How it is done Cutting the throat Watch the blood run Tis true children probably Eat sausages they Have no idea, they just follow a way Of eating dead flesh Killed by slaughter men who Think nothing of killing It’s just a view Of life and of death With one stroke of a blade With one stroke of a blade Watch a life fade

Iceland murders Fin Whales The second largest soul To frequent the cold waters A baleen whale whose will Is to swim the vast oceans And what do Icelanders do Only about two percent Is eaten there So few Ever want to eat the flesh or the blubber Most discarded Or frozen and shipped to Japan Where of course it’s guarded It’s not as if they are hungry Shipped off to Japan And a lot is thrown back into the sea Really man for man Kristjan loftsson The skipper who believes He was born Toharpoon whales And this he achieves Murderous vicious horrible weaponry Agony and worse Explosive harpoons Frighteningly Clearly are a curse So much blood and thunder Dire and dirty they, Scream into the heavens When the Icelandic hunters stray These are gentle giants Soft hearts brilliant minds Hunted very viciously The great bids see the signs Iceland holds its ugly weaponry Hears the torrid screams so loud Why is Kristian doing this Such intent is soured Regression so abominable One man one ship one soul Murdering these beautiful beasts He is out of control

captain A sailor
His riches are many
This whale hunting misery
Sailing the seas
Shooting harpoons Into beautiful creatures
With great hearts and souls
He is their disease
He murders these fine beasts
Tortured and frightens them
Weighing great tonnage Drags them along
It may take hours For death to accomplish
His weird fascination
He thinks he has powers
Over them such is his sickness
Destroying beautiful creatures Who traverse the deep
And what does he do with such splendid creations
Cuts them to pieces This vilest of creep
Flogs them to Japan Where parts are then eaten
sold as fish fillets
Not whale meat for he Knows
that sensitive workers In several ports
Would boycott the cargo Protected species There are lots of people Who hold lovely thoughts
For whales being slaughtered All over the oceans Fin whales these baleen whales Giants among
Creature below the waves Breaching and showing Their glorious body mass Yes the unsung

Starmer
Posted on June 23, 2026 by Rex Tyler
It’s like a huge weight off my country
To witness the passing of he
A cruel evil man who without a plan
Promised us much and of-course we
Witnessed his cruel nasty dealings
Our nation declined every day
Two years of wither and shrivel
Depression recession decay

A screw loose his policies wanting
Fallible patchy and flawed
Underwhelming and so unimpressive
Mishandle misgovern ignored
Talentless tactless he bored
Mismanaged mishandled unversed
Inflexible just so severe
Imagining he just was cursed

Now he has gone in that moment
Who now will follow his lead
Looking around at the others
Wondering who might succeed
None of them really are gifted
Career politicians that’s all
A bunch of losers that’s if you ask me

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