Mummy
\nWheres my mummy
\nThe end it seems is nigh
\nThe pains are
\nReally
\nEverywhere
\nWhy should a baby die
\nBlood and guts all around me
\nOn this farm where I was born
\nPiles of shit
\nAnd bloodied piss
\nI await the coming Dawn<\/p>\n
Quivering and shivering
\nWhat did I do wrong
\nEjected from my mothers womb
\nDo I now belong
\nHere its cold and draughty
\nAnd stinks to high heaven it does
\nAnd all around are others
\nThe indifference is the buzz
\nOf true notoriety
\nDisfavour and bad light
\nDashed hopes and resignation
\nDespairing at the sight<\/p>\n
Mummy where is my Mummy
\nHer affection I so miss
\nI am here in truest horror
\nNobody to kiss
\nA ravaged wrinkled infant
\nAn awkward clumsy soul
\nSuffering like crazy
\nThe drabness and the droll<\/p>\n
Afflicting and prostrating
\nTraumatic through and through
\nI do so miss my mummy
\nIts deplorable what They do
\nI will Lay here till the angels come
\nAnd fetch me
\nOne of mothers tales I have to say
\nWill they find me in this awful smelly nasty place
\nA little martyr left to pass away<\/p>\n
And farmers wanting pay outs
\nFor their service
\nGestation crates and piglets yea like me
\nTails snipped off with rusty pliers
\nAnd testicles torn through
\nThe agony is killing me
\nI bet it would kill you
\nBiting nipping gnawing
\nJoyless dismal here
\nI am whimpering like crazy
\nAnd nobody can hear<\/p>\n
The Meat Trade STINKS<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mummy Wheres my mummy The end it seems is nigh The pains are Really Everywhere Why should a baby die Blood and guts all around me On this farm where I was born Piles of shit And bloodied piss I … Continue reading