The 'Last Milking'

The 'Last milking' each one said! who ever heard of one last milking, but for the condemned, the Victims have those rights singing just as I am, while in the church of 'death' it is just even if we are well practiced children and besides living in the south any thing we want is legal 'dear'. Except that one thing and that old brand and flat that can of beer. It was after all within thier hands, and considered moreover how odd An anonymous last request This is the last one great frontier, in Florida here, who knows. Who would do it. It would have to be witnessed. In Two hundred years. It had never been considered. Yet, I knew some how. But that a storm and quake was coming, Looking out, within that vast sea of witnesses. Asking and dumb founded as every arm came up but his. And when it came. Then it came, CRASH! The team in there panic, Hurried it off much too quickly. The creamy-white milk swished out down through plastic pipes. They thought they would milk it out, for weeks if not a day, can they make it last an hour. And the 'Doctor' reluctantly, pronounced the date and time once again they felt cheated pushing down the milk filled plunger beating death again. The rehearsal is carried out over and over and if this is not hell lets just do it, one more time. Where is old sparky.