My mother

Some insensitive sod he took a photograph
of my dear mother lying in a pool
a pool of blood, her blood,, her precious life force
she was wasted and answered that call
she carried me for months inside her body
she cared, she loved, she knew the world was sad
but she looked after me
and I could truly see
when I was born I realised how bad

things were in the hell hole
where the two legs
supposedly looked after souls like me
I was torn out of the pen and treated like a pail of shit
my mothers milk was there’s it wasn’t free
I remember mother crying in low wail
as they threw me head first right across the barn
luckily I landed on my new legs
and this is why I have to tell this yarn

the photo of her lying in the slaughterhouse
was brought back and was stuck up on the wall
just how sick some farmers are
it just beats me
my poor dear mother slaughtered by some ghoul
some sick infected troll I feel her agony
she’d worry what became of me I know
but I am bound for cheese and its the chymosin
they get it from my stomach and some toe
rag will come and throttle me its coming
I know it I can feel it yea he’s near
I’m dragged across the barn oh God its agony
and I’n thrown headlong into a small crate
my legs are broken the pain it is its instant
oh god above why is this to be my fate
its taken all my thoughts away from mother
I pass out thats the end of life for me
3 days in this hell hole they call Planet Earth
a place where no damn earthling should now be