“Someone’s got to do it” a chat with a farm hand/slaughterer

Someone’s got to do it

do what

I often say

someone got to to kill them

and do it every day

like cut the  bloody piglets teeth

and tear their testicles away

and snip their fucking tails off

the bleeders never pay

all they ever do is squeal

thats what we hear all day

of course we have to kick their arse

sometimes out of the way

Someone’s got to do it

make the downers crawl

slam the piglets on the shed floor

listen to them bawl

someone got to do it

if you like your bacon,  we

are the one’s whose doing

you can depend on me

this is what they say a lot

these bloody morons who

they dont have to be cruel

not at all

but still they do

they dont have to do this work

there’s plenty of other jobs

its not as if they were the one’s on call

with their brain dead little gobs

Someone’s got to eat it

that’s why they are here

on this planet to be eaten

bringing us all cheer

lovely crispy bacon

fillet steak for tea

a lovely slice of chicken breast

and some  sausages that be

spicy,herby,fruity

everyone a winner

filled into sheep intestines

and fried up for their dinner

Someone’s got to do it

clear the bins of bones

catch the rats that come to scamper

listen to the groans

someone’s got to do it

trap the blighters and

listen to their backs crack

and make them understand

someone got to lay the traps

and kill the buggers well

someones got to do the job

send them all to Hell

for me I am a vegan

its sickens me to hear

that people sell their miserable souls

to be bad which is clear

don’t make those excuses

those of you who kill

who torture and who

go  about it

ought to take a pill

swallow it down and say goodbye

for I dont want to know

you sicken me

your nobody

nobody! you know

no one wants to hear your story

nobody at all

what you do is what you choose to do

you bloody fool