Farmers they are piss poor
\nAnd as ignorant as sin
\nThey force me to be pregnant
\nYou see I cannot win
\nThen thrust me in a wire cage
\nI cant stand up and so
\nI lay there feeling grumpy
\nOh yea lockeddown I know<\/p>\n
Babies forming inside me
\nStiffness and some pain
\nFor months on end I lay here
\nIt is hard to stay sane
\nItches aches and tenderness
\nCramp and bloody sores
\nA mother lying painfully
\nAnswering all their scores<\/p>\n
In what is called a gestation crate
\nA torture chamber where
\nI would like to force a farmer into
\nJust mAke him aware
\nHow bloody uncomfortable it is
\nTo really just lay still
\nWhilst rats run over you at night
\nAnd, your blood they spill<\/p>\n
Making me get up once a week
\nOn legs all tired and sore
\nKicking me up the arise
\nHis filthy boots yes he does score
\nBig time on my bruises
\nThese rotten farming gits should be
\nLaying here with me outside
\nYes That I would now like to see<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Farmers they are piss poor And as ignorant as sin They force me to be pregnant You see I cannot win Then thrust me in a wire cage I cant stand up and so I lay there feeling grumpy Oh … Continue reading