Slaughterhouse blues

There is always someone
Who has to do, the dirty work
And over the course of time
Degeneration
A graceless abandoned shameful
Manner numbs the soul of man
And what we see right here today
Is humanities desecration

The slaughterhouse
The death camps
Where farm animals meet their end
And where workers get up to mischief
And truthfully then send

Those of us still conscious
Still respectful still in light
To view this vile irreverence
As infernal and impolite

Aweless diabolical as wicked as can be
Dancing with an eviscerated pig
on a gantry

The floor is clearly slippery
And twisting through the dance
The ignorant arse
Is clueless
My hope he gets the chance

To impale himself upon that knife
And bloody well end his miserable life