The turkey’s Lament

Huddled together
Feeling the Season
Frosty and damp
Suffering cramp
Feathers soaked badly
Life truly sadly
Smelling like a shit storm
Suffering so
Soon will be murdered
Not allowed to grow
On passed the 25th
That’s when you lot
Hang draw and quarter us
Into, an oven hot
Crap stuffed up our bottoms
Covered in fat
Bones broken a token
Where we were at
That negativity
That loss of life
All of that savagery
All of that strife
Forced back to you
Inside your gut
The sadness and grief
In the open and shut.