Calf begging for solace

Posted on October 17, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Created by god
A goddess is she
My mum my milk
My surety
My love is for her
In the barn of our dreams
This one is draughty and wet at the seams

I love my mother so
And she loves me
Soon I will die
It’s a travesty
Humanity steals from us
Nurturing soul
Turns it into custard
And cancels our role

I love my mother
And she loves me
But you lot believe milk
She made is for thee
Why are you ignorant
Clearly it will
Encase you in cow fat
And inevitably kill

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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