Hearts are bleeding for the micro-slop
Goofy red placards hoisted by the flock
Nothing more precious than unborn slush
Jamming arms inside to prevent a flush
Born into the mire a hard-boiled world
Shut-up that screaming brat, I’m checking my stocks
Sick of giving handouts to all these snot-nosed kids
My taxes would be better spent on a new golf course
Life begins at conception
And ends the moment the little shit is calved
Stroking a Christian erection
To images of fetuses ripped the fuck apart