The ugliness of concentrated
\nAnimals feed organisations
\nSuch gracelessness and squalor
\nSaving a pound or a dollar
\nHere or there
\nThats what they do
\nTo poor young sows
\nJust make us chew
\nDown on bars
\nImagine that
\nThe monotony of where we are at<\/p>\n
we Pigs are creatures
\nLikened to roam
\nWe build our nests
\nAnd like to comb
\nThrough wooded copses
\nAnd muddy terrain
\nAnd we have no sweat glands
\nJust true disdain<\/p>\n
For the farmer who
\nCreates a place
\nOf utter drabness
\nA stuffy base
\nNothing to do
\nNothing to see
\nNo fresh air
\nAnd never free<\/p>\n
Wailing and groaning
\nThat nobody hears
\nSighing and blubbering
\nAnd all those tears
\nWasted on farmers
\nWhose hearts are dry
\nWho probably never could ever cry<\/p>\n
Such joylessness
\nA sinking heart
\nAbject despair
\nRight from the start
\nEvery day
\nDoom and gloom
\nIn the darkness
\nOf a small room<\/p>\n
Harshness roughness
\nPersecution
\nBotheration
\nNo solution
\nAlways under lock and key
\nSuffering their infamy
\nJust bars to bite on
\nEvery day
\nBloodied gums
\nAnd spital spray<\/p>\n
A hopeless case
\nDespairing so
\nFearing the worst
\nAs you may know
\nInconsolable
\nSo much fear
\nShivering shuddering
\nAlways here<\/p>\n
As for the farmer
\nA jailing man
\nScorn and disdain
\nNever a fan
\nOf mine the bastards
\nThey dig and sneer
\nAnd Piss on me sometimes
\nWhen they come near<\/p>\n
And how do they see me
\nNot much at all
\nA women to punch
\nAnd chain to a wall
\nLots of expletives
\nEvery day
\nWrongheaded maniacs
\nWith nothing to say
\nThat is good
\nOr is joyful
\nFarmers to me
\nAre the lowest of low
\nAnd its them that should be<\/p>\n
Locked up a while
\nLet them sweat in the dark
\nKnowing their future
\nPertains to the mark
\nSprayed on their back
\nMeaning soon for the chop
\nAnd Thats when the biting of bars
\nIt will stop<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The ugliness of concentrated Animals feed organisations Such gracelessness and squalor Saving a pound or a dollar Here or there Thats what they do To poor young sows Just make us chew Down on bars Imagine that The monotony of … Continue reading