SlaughterHouse Dreams

It's a poem. With rhymes and s**t.

Got a job in a slaughterhouse
on top of grinding gears
Strapping pigs to electric chairs
for bovine profiteers

Wrap hooves with conductor wire
Then throw the killing switch
I work for piss and vinegar
Make profits for the rich

Exploit the lands of Africa
Cow them with the lash
Our founding fathers ambitions
A slave holder's panache

Running guns across the desert
Rape the land for spoils
Waging war for profit margins
The price of diamond oil

Exploiting fears of terrorism
So hate can germinate
Turn the land of milk and honey
Into a fascist state

Ride the backs of common people
Until we're broken down
Profiteers eat all our children
while we all slowly drowned

Working in this slaughterhouse
listening to the screams
Watching entrails on the walls
turn into payday dreams

Stick electrodes into piggy
one last screaming squeal
Hit the switch electric twitch
then hang it on the wheel

Author's Note

Yes I know bovine is cattle.

Reviews

[MOON]

Love this , poignant thought provoking and to the point, satire in rhyme.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Moon

[Inda]

This is fantastic, one of my favorite pieces from you, really shows your skill as a writer/poet.
Reminds me that you are a lot smarter than you allow us to think. There is more to you than just b**b jokes and alcohol and that's why we keep reading. Great piece!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Inda

[Muse]

The picture alone would inspire me to write. However I don't know that I would have done it as much justice as what you just did. I know you may consider yourself humble, but you still have my respect. I see a creative brilliance in your harsh, blunt ways.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Muse

[Annabelle Lee]

It's a review, with praise and s**t

I swear, Baby Ricochet had developed a form of satire all his own. A very good one. Always packs a punch and the criticism is hidden, like normal, under a very thick layer of sarcasm. A pleasure, as always

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Annabelle

[Rita L. Sev]

Rhyme, rhythm - and a powerful analogy. This is the American machine, keeping every animal in their proper place... Excellent poem.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Rita

[Marie]

It's always been like that, and it always will be.

[Baby Ricochet]

That's for sure

[Mark]

Crazy bloody! I like how you start and end in the slaughter house.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Mark

[Eddie Phillips]

HA! You write some crazy stuff bro! I love it though. It is creative and always just a bit funny. Creativity is in your blood

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Eddie. It's good to see you

[Will]

I like it. In my eyes, a commentary on how everything becomes about gain at any costs, whether it be human lives or money. As long as the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Good poem with great rhyme and meter. Nicely done.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Will

[Nia Hope]

Interesting poem and the rhymes were good awesome job :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Ankara