British farmers go'
As a war on life intesifys the land of Britian must soon decide.' How and what they'll put inside; their bodies.'
That their earth and farmers provide.' Will it be earwigs?
Or potatoes and beef? To be honest my choice will not
Give me much greif' good pasture produce from familiy
Farms; as its been for millenia will do me no harm.' A
Salute to the people up working at five to get through the
Milking as they deal with their many trials.' Heritage custodians
With (a country to feed) backstabbed by complete morons
Motivated by greed.? Or just pure sadistic.? In the style
Of one' the reverend? john smyth! swinging a cane' the very thought? It gets me so riled' was he powered by cucumber
Sandwiches.? PRAY TELL? The dirty filthy coward.' It seems theres much similarity with the suits in whitehall' or should that be hell?does the world
Look in horror.?? Thinking is this how Britian falls.? Tied
Up by mincers word dicers; distributors of pure lies.' Who pretend
That they are careing; learned and wise.? When they are but
(w e f) led, agents and sples.' Robotic dead-namers cultuerless fools, who agreed with stabbing of a m n r a
drug.' Into the human gene pool' For no good reason,,from within a billionaires fug.'
No such things did the farmers, they just got on with life
I respect them for their service.' And their actions as they
Face now such un-called for spite.'
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2024
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