Permission to get nutrition

Learning that yearning for mothers milk
Mother true rendition
All her wonderful caring sharing
Giving her permission
To sup the warm creation
The genes she’s passing on
Her spirit and her inner self
Which she lays upon

Me her waif her off spring
In the dairy stall
I will get no milk from her
It drives us up the wall
We are given doctored muck
Our nutrition will
Be sold and made into custard
Cream cheese it just doth spill
Into human guts and bladders
Bovine spongiform
By the time the milk man comes
It is never warm
It’s in a fancy carton
With nutrition on the side
And pouring it on your porridge
You forget that now i have died
Been denied my mothers love and care
That is now in you
Or sitting in some fridge or dish
The big dairy affair
Maybe you are eating me
My baby flesh known as veal
I might have been fed on a processed gruel
Chained by the neck for real
Then murdered in the slaughter house
A shadow of myself
In a plastic packet
On the Market shelf
We live about 20 years
But in reality
Not even a fucking year
So you nutritionally
Taking in our life force
It pains me to say
Your ever spending your pension
Is getting more difficult
Every day