King Arthur and the sausage

I was born in a pigsty raised by pigs
I say oink oink and love to roll in shit that is when I am happiest
I was found in a trough and almost made into a sausage
I was rescued from disaster by the awesome King Arthur
But my life actually got harder!
I wear the rags other peasants throw away
Beggars stop to give me loose change
I am not a knight of the round table
I eat  the scraps on the floor which fall off a noble man's table
The crumbs which the masters pet dog finds distasteful
King Arthur is an arsehole
He wouldn't even let you  look at his castle
He wouldn't even get of his horse to piss on you
You would be deemed unworthy to see his dick and be sprayed with his noble piss
Do not believe the chivalrous bullshit
Him or his dickheads of the round table
Jumped up arsehole!
No one likes him
Heroic stories no one believes him
He needs help climbing on a horse
He needs help getting dressed
He couldn't make a sandwich
He does not seem heroic when you have to wipe his arse or wash his balls when his in the bath
Knights playing with stick
Knights riding horses
Roasting pigs at parties
The worst part is once departed he will be famous while I would have been better off as a bloody sausage!