Friday, May 20, 2016

 I am stranded.
And I am white.
I decorate your flag.
I am in the middle.
Give me a shelter first, brother.
I am tired of vehicles.
Get me out of this hell.
I know I am not abandoned.
I am left free to show you
That I belong to you.
But I see, I am your mother.
Sorry, sister, what?
I am here on the road
because my master is-
so poor to feed me.
Well my master
just hanged himself.
I am just a cow,
born in a brothel.
Where is my milk tea?
Ask nestle you fucker!

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