Shame i Grew Tired of Sheep Meat, Over The Ages Lost My Taste for It

Shame i grew tired of sheep meat, over the ages lost my taste for it-
Sheep march right through the slaughter house doors like a nitwit-

They run nose to ass bleating fearfully in cowardly herds-
Sheep never seen to hear the warning of impending doom, no matter the words-

Used to warn, to try to save, to beg to the sheep, to plead-
They stop marching down the USDA approved path to bleed-

Out their life’s blood on the stinking, blood satined slaughterhouse floor-
After willingly walking their own asses right through the slaughterhouse door!

The Ole Dog!