Poor piglets

You like pork
So be advised
Pigs are treated badly
Tales are docked
Teeth a chipped
And testicles are sadly
Ripped off by the farmers hands
No painkillers oh no
Runts are smashed i onto the concrete floor
Something to show

And lots of you love bacon
And because of that these souls
Are tortured and end up in hell

Pigs do not have sweat glands
They need clean air and they
Are often allowed to live in shit
Every flipping day
They build nests and they really care
How clean They are and so
Farming pigs in Britain
Pork eaters ought to know

What they bloodywell have to go through
The pigs I mean

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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