There Are Other Cows on This Farm
The line to the cowshed is quite long
It gets longer all year long
Many die that need not wait in line
For the milk from the cowshed line
There is a stampede at the gate of the cowshed
Only a few at the line there eat their bread
Rancor despite handshakes after a share of the milk
The line grows longer for that milk
Why throng and stampede that cowshed all of you?
The cows in that cowshed are very fat they argue
But there are so many other cows in plain view
Yes, but those other cows are too many to pursue
So the jostling and scampering continues
Many get trodden for the lame excuse
That the cows in that cowshed are too fat to be eaten
alone
So the other cows roam wild for they were left alone
Alas the milk from the cowshed has grown lean
The cows there too have become thin
Longer still is the line to that cowshed nevertheless
From the line will fall more not less
Cries of wasted milk and for stolen milk
Yea moans of butchered cows grows louder
Never for the many fallen from the long lines
Waiting forever for milk from the cowshed
When will this madness stop?
When will those fat milk maids ever stretch their necks?
To look and see
That there are other cows on this farm
© Josh C. King - 2017
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