Like Cattle of The Slaughtering Yard

Like Cattle of The Slaughtering Yard

I am a prejudiced man you see,

I love them! I hate them!

With an almighty passion,

For these were once the dominion,

Of a sailor of the seas,

They’ve become such a common now,

A daily fashion statement,

Where just about every second

Man and Woman,

And throw in their dog too,

They feel they have this real need

To become an exhibitionist!

No part of the body is sacred anymore;

From overuse,

Of the inking man’s needle thrust,

Onto necks,

Even breasts,

Legs,

Arms,

And even bums,

No bodily part is spared.

In the name of getting on

And proudly wearing

The mark of the beast;

Like cattle of the slaughtering yard!

However no matter how many

You think is right,

Outside my door

In big bold letters gold bright,

My aim is straight;

Eradication by laser,

For my beam is clean;

And so will be your skin,

Like the day that you were born.

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