Meat Factory | jamesalangourley

Meat Factory

Always the same
The sweat - The shame
At the meat factory
“What was your name?”
Is the name of the game
At the meat factory
Flashing eyes
Easy thighs
Conversation?
Fabrication!
Heat – Stench
Pounding beat
Juliet swept off her feet
Into Romeo’s well worn back seat
The bridal chamber on four wheels
For another little girls orgasmic squeals
- Only at the meat factory

Easy pickings, easy prey
So quick to give their all away
To anyone who’s got the time
(Or nothing else to do?)
Imagine just what they would do
For Dick, for Roger - Me or you
Any night of the week
At the meat factory