Slaughterhouse Blues

Kill me before my kind of plant-eaters come preaching
I did want to slug in the field, on my own feeding
Until the animal-eaters came out in prehistory
Then everybody was condemned to eternal misery
It matters not if you take my life or not
At least in dying I will be sought
The bastards in the dining area be served
In shanks and flanks—tho’ the herbivores will be as always unnerved
Kill me you’re just the right man
Kill me that’s how for life you make the plan
Eat and sleep and work and fuck and die
Kill me before the day-and-night-precised clock comes nigh
Kill me before the believers come with their harangue
Adieu—so long! You two do make an eternal fucked-up gang.



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