No one saved my bacon

Imagine being a mother
As knackered as could be
Lots of piglets at you
Gulping hungrily
Laying in a shitty sty
Aching like the hell
Shitting where you are laying
Indeed an awful smell
The farmer is a violent sod
He kicks you when he can
You are covered in bruises
This is how life began
Horror from the first moment
Every flipping day
And when the farmer chooses
To kill you it’s the
way
A bullet in your fanny
It’s just too much to pay
Just so you lot can eat bacon
With chips and sauce