Now I Eat Bacon a Lot

Now, I eat sold bacon a lot Like the people who'd leave it not, On Sundays watching the sharp knives Bent on ending the pigs' poor lives... Now, I guess it is less water For cooking pig's son or daughter; Enough of it owns already, The bodily supply steady. A shaking tooth for sold bacon, To guys with toothache I beckon; Bad teeth would in its flesh all sink; About this do not even think... But dislike I do The Slit-Eyed; Often stupid down to its hide Brandishing snouts besides numskulls Its absurd smell one's senses dulls And I know it: A grunting bunch Though they do not as part of lunch.