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The Organic Butcher
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk) Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk |
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Hiding behind a great wooden block Is the organic butcher Please put a sock into his bleatings of purity,for somehow he's green Behind the ears mate For where have you been? Organic animals purposefully Are supposed to be nurtured and loved actually Then after a life of pure bliss they're killed Imagine their thoughts How care was instilled Organic Butchers Organic Death Organic Leather I hold my breath Exacting a premium Slaughtering still Against what I imagine Was the creatures will |