Guest guest Posted January 13, 2006 Report Share Posted January 13, 2006 This is a poem by someone on my Iowaphun Tribe group. He gave me permission to post this, he has also sent it to the PETA website in hopes that they'll publish it. " Why me? " by Jeff Zelnio Remembering my youth Your hand would gently feed me Giving sweet green clover Grazing on the plain so free Talking of my beauty " You're the apple of my eye " Rumbling with pleasure at Gentle strokes around my thigh Getting a bit older Pampering continued more Changing the feed given Reminds me of kin done for Sunning out in the field All content in middle age Being led to a warehouse Dragged without cause to a cage Not liking my new place With legs cramped as they can be Staring blank at a wall The moldy wood all I see Looking to right and left Noting loving family Crying soft to myself Did I wrong unknowingly? Where did I go astray Unconditional my love Will this be my new home? Maybe punished from above? I thought reprisal came Shuffling in my stall today I listen closely but don't hear the words, " It's okay " Leading me down the lane To a room so red and slick You tie me to a post The stench unbearably thick You stared me in the eye Licked your lips around a smile Sharpening your curved knife With sparks flying from the file Stepping closer to me You grab my head from above Struggling to escape But held firmly by your glove A lifetime of pure joy Fulfilling as it could be Is this my life's purpose? If so, then I ask, " Why me? " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 13, 2006 Report Share Posted January 13, 2006 A good poem but a depressing poem. Gary --- organic_homestead <organic_homestead wrote: > This is a poem by someone on my Iowaphun Tribe > group. He gave me > permission to post this, he has also sent it to the > PETA website in > hopes that they'll publish it. > > " Why me? " > by Jeff Zelnio > > Remembering my youth > Your hand would gently feed me > Giving sweet green clover > Grazing on the plain so free > > Talking of my beauty > " You're the apple of my eye " > Rumbling with pleasure at > Gentle strokes around my thigh > > Getting a bit older > Pampering continued more > Changing the feed given > Reminds me of kin done for > > Sunning out in the field > All content in middle age > Being led to a warehouse > Dragged without cause to a cage > > Not liking my new place > With legs cramped as they can be > Staring blank at a wall > The moldy wood all I see > > Looking to right and left > Noting loving family > Crying soft to myself > Did I wrong unknowingly? > > Where did I go astray > Unconditional my love > Will this be my new home? > Maybe punished from above? > > I thought reprisal came > Shuffling in my stall today > I listen closely but > don't hear the words, " It's okay " > > Leading me down the lane > To a room so red and slick > You tie me to a post > The stench unbearably thick > > You stared me in the eye > Licked your lips around a smile > Sharpening your curved knife > With sparks flying from the file > > Stepping closer to me > You grab my head from above > Struggling to escape > But held firmly by your glove > > A lifetime of pure joy > Fulfilling as it could be > Is this my life's purpose? > If so, then I ask, " Why me? " > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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