Factory farmed.

Products on a production line
being cast, held fast,
coded,loaded and
sent off through the letter box,
slotted into slots
lots of slots.
Pigeon holed and told our place in
case we should forget and if we
do,
we're thrown aside.

They lied when they said 'Welfare state' which
is sinking at a faster rate than we can bail.
Sign says,'Fail'
the line goes on
won't stop for nothing and no one.

The charge hand tries so very hard
but he's blue collar,got a pigeon loft
in his back yard,
a saviour?
that remains to be seen.

I've been there,been stood on the line,
seduced,produced time after time,
a reflex act
I like being packed
I love being loaded,sorted and bar coded
I love it lots
love the slots
Love being one of the micro dots in a micro line,
being micro fed with the same old line
and it gets me every time
there's no escape.