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!