Well Armed Sheep, by Amory McKeever

I can't wait to see the wolves
dashed to pieces in the snow
Never again fear their incisors

bayonet those fucking misers

until every single acre grows

Covered with human fertilizer
countless fallen brutalizers

so every single mother knows

raise her children to be wiser

Know what to open their eyes for

so every single father knows

there's nowhere safe for crooked tongues

Don't raise a wolf within your sons

To break the pack of their power

throw their bodies down the tower

We're stronger than they ever were

Give those bastards a bullet shower

and over their baskets plant no flowers

Settle our debts with their fur

I can't wait to see the wolves

answer for everything they've done

beg mercy when the scales come

Our guillotine will never slow

For years and years they had their fun

dealing with devils for our young

while their cup already overflows

but now wolf season has begun

stopping only when the last one's strung