Darkness At The Edge Of The Alligator Farm Poem by James McLain
Darkness At The Edge Of The Alligator Farm
Looking for a short cut
in cutting the costs of feeding
these leviathans.
Butchered and farmed out to
all the local eateries.
I followed him around to other
counties
where he stopped at all the
hospitals.
Picking up discared surgical waste.
Where the remains
of
abortions and amputated limbs
were fed to the Florida, gators.
Hmmmm....I thought these aborted live Baby body parts had mighteee steep price tags....Heard about doctors and technician from Planned Parenthood in several other states... with their heads aligned with the rims of the silver waste disposals...dressed up like maintenance and cleaning people in the wee after hours of their dubious practice, crawling on all fours, not to be seen, yet always with their eyes focusly aligned so as to enable them to pick & pack away on ice what they had slaughtered earlier in the day... Perhaps Planned Parenthood in the Sunshine State hasn't gotten with the program as yet? ~FjR~
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:17:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'picked up' or 'was sold'?