Poetry: About Cows?
The Cattle men and the Dairy farmer
Both raise and breed these
Their Cash cows
But only one man reaps and keeps
Reusing the gifts of this his Venture
Time and time again it never stops
Black and white spots
Verses the gray and tan
One Bloodied and chopped
And then shipped away for the day
The other washed and massaged
And then they are led away
Their time at hand
One screams and bellows
And then tries to run
Fear is seen there in their eyes
And yet it is seen only once
No more tears shall fall
From their calved eyes
And now for the other
She
Marches forward
Lowly and loyal and wishes
There for to stand
At least twice a day she is
Rushed in and then
Milked
Calm is seen within
There in her old cow eyes
All the day long
There for both the farmers
And the ranchers
Profit from these sacred cows
But what then is
The futures of
The kines
Unfortunately Only one of them
These kines may profit from men
And their kinds
Ah baloney and cheese
Pass me the milk please
Oh how unkind I am
by
Sinbad the Sailor Man
