They called me a runt

I am unfortunately a bit weak

known as a runt

far from my peak

born of a litter of 8 and I

cant get to my mother

and you know why

i am weaker and so for me

i am very small

occasionally

when the farmers comes

he gives me a stare

i am very small

and I am aware

if I am not lucky

i will be smashed on the concrete

tragically

head first blood spats that’s my lot

thats the future life

I have got

murdering labourers

heartless sods

a runt of the litter