WHAT'S YOUR BEEF?

I like that your feelings are rare
your pastures are grazing despair
you'll be mooooo-ning at last
with his bull up your ass
you're just classless and cow-ardly fare

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Clara's milk might sour over the way I bent grammar here. I hope the rancher's' little ones don't mind as daddy starts buying hamburger helper and soy milk. Cheers!

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft