The slaughterhouse run

The dreaded slats look through and see
The poor pigs sadly and tragically covered in mess hot and they
Desperate for water how they pay
For the slaughterhouse run
For they cannot sweat
Uncomfortably shaking
They hadn’t ate
They are much too hot no where to go
Just be frightened to death

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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