Slaughterees have dreams

Slaughterees have dreams

being brought up in this oblate spheroid
by an uncognitive act of coitus
its not surprising why people avoid
they who are grown on inch deep humus
crushed by pressure below the pyramid
the tomato eaters as Vincent viewed
better are the pigs, regularly fed
but alike they are when socially screwed
resentment and mockery is slaughter
a Friday requiem for the multitude
the fascist racist is on his laughter
while the pigs suffer the decrepitude
of so long a time like the grains sand
until the oppression will have to end