THE ABATOIR DEFECTIVE

Look twice

THE ABATOIR DEFECTIVE

The defective ones,

Are never the ones you’d expect.

Offsprings of the world,

Tend to be very careful,

We have morals by which we stand,

We are always the suspects.

Cause we seem to never align,

To the standards of this hellish pit.

So we are branded,

As the defectives,

Scorned and shunned,

Accused and abused.

But when the true defectives strike,

The world has its jaws,

Plastered to the earth,

Author's Note

Sorry for the months of radio silence