Evolved

my skin is your crackling

the cost is I lost

I was born

but was torn

for  on your grill

was tossed

the gestation crate

my birthplace

my fate

trodden on by

my mother

why

it was her last dance

she took that chance

she rolled on me

I became, history

broken was I

no mercy shown

for pork on your fork

soon so fly blown

a maggots lament

who was content

not  me any more

a sausage for sure

maggots and all

filled into the gut of sheep

as a rule

tossed on the grill

I crackled still

plenty of ketchup

a new form of swill

this time for you

your kids maybe who

enjoy the pink slime

eating it all the time