Made to feel inferior
\nEvery single day
\nWe really feel the chaos
\nAnd all of the dismay
\nTransported to this show ground
\nThe stench of human kind
\nWe are given a number
\nIt was a human mind
\nWho forced such subjugation
\nOn us
\nMade us what we are
\nThey all have such poor judgement
\nBiased from afar<\/p>\n
Very little knowledge
\nOf how we spend our days
\nWhat we eat and how we live
\nSuch ignorance displays
\nTheir total unenlightenment
\nTheir vagueness it\u2019s unreal
\nLeft lying in this awful air
\nFor us how we conceal<\/p>\n
The true exasperation
\nThwarted we are by
\nBeing humiliated
\nDaring to ask why
\nNo water for our parchness
\nThe artificiality
\nHonest it\u2019s no lie to say
\nWe really need to be<\/p>\n
Out of here and back to where
\nWe came from
\nA bit of reparation for a while
\nWe feel here is fraught with rotten danger
\nPeoples fingers in our faces
\nWe are really vulnerable
\nAnd need to reconcile<\/p>\n
Ourselves to truly hoping
\nThat this market or this auction
\nDoesn\u2019t mean that we are for the chop
\nSome of the faces looking at us
\nSome of the words they seem to utter
\nThat despite our confidence
\nWe are a flop<\/p>\n
Everywhere is sinister and hostile
\nWhen no one\u2019s looking
\nWe all feel the boot
\nCompliance is the catch word
\nWe have to be submissive
\nBiddability is at the root<\/p>\n
Manageable and dutiful
\nAnd docile
\nDominated overwhelmed and wrong
\nDowntrodden and beaten
\nFrom Kensington to SEATON
\nEverything about this place is wrong<\/p>\n
It is so disappointing
\nA truly thankless task
\nHorrible and ghastly
\nAnd in every way we ask
\nFor a clean bed for some soft straw
\nFor some caring Just a bit
\nSomeone just to listen
\nAs to why I don\u2019t feel fit<\/p>\n
The tedium of purpose
\nThe compassionless desire
\nEvery hour is dragging
\nLife for us is dire
\nIt really is monotony
\nSluggish and prosaic
\nEverything about this place
\nIs totally fake<\/p>\n
It\u2019s tasteless and it\u2019s tawdriness
\nCrass vulgarity
\nWhether being milked or Shawn
\nOur deaths it seems to me
\nAre clearly feeling closer
\nResigned we are of course
\nWe fear the worst for certain
\nAnd halal they will force<\/p>\n
Down our throats for certain
\nSlaughtered for the way
\nThe farming people look at us
\nAnd smack their lips
\nAnd say
\nAbout our rumps and porterHouse
\nAbout our milk and they
\nTalk about our leather our liver
\nAnd our wool
\nWe have to be unhopeful
\nKnowing their purses full<\/p>\n
Of the desolate and forlorn
\nThe cynical the sad
\nThe cheerless and unpropitious
\nThe ominous the bad
\nFear we are all shivering
\nUneasy as can be
\nof course we have misgivings
\nAnd YES anxiety<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Made to feel inferior Every single day We really feel the chaos And all of the dismay Transported to this show ground The stench of human kind We are given a number It was a human mind Who forced such … Continue reading