A pig over heating farmed just for eating

Born without sweat glands
the farmer knew
But he kept them
in hot sheds
It’s what people do
A pig so uncomfortable
feeling the heat
All he is in this world
is a prime lump of meat

Who cares if he’s hot
and feeling upset
He’s just a spare rib
in everyone’s debt
Some streaky bacon
salty as hell
Full up with nitrites
he isn’t well
He’s just an animal
waiting to die
Crying aloud
as we all pass him by.