Tysons

Corporate greed well it seems to succeed
Profits, through the roof
They are not aloof
To amazing balance sheets
And pay no heed

To cruelty its about speed
Speed of killing
Make the birds grow fast
Their bodies unwilling
Their legs cannot hold them
No matter they be
Killed on the shackles
Most dreadfully

They live in their prison cells
For a few days
Its total torture
For only that pays
Then on the shackles
Stunned and away
Throats slit and heads pulled
Off, they can pay

Many miss stunning
Due to the speed
Of the operation
Remember its greed
Profit the keywords
So what! if they
Are alive when the heads are pulled
Off its okay!

The labouring robots called workers
They be
Desensitised by it, all, actually
They haven’t to think just be there and see
The absolute carnage
Lamentably

When they are handling live chickens they
Are just fucking careless
What can one say as the chickens wings are broken
Their legs broken too
Imagine that pain
But thats what they do

Despite being told about all this we hear
The management care not and that is clear
If anything it just get worse every day
Their animosity wont go away

Its a sort of hatred of chickens per se
A disaffection making them pay
For being alive even just a few days
Making them suffer their baneful malaise

If you eat chickens and many I am sure
Eat it most days how can you ignore
The loathsomeness and the unlovable way
Chickens are dispatched now every day

They think they have feelings like all of us do
So when we break their legs it hurts
It is true
when we pull their heads off it hurts
Its such pain
And what do we do
We do it again

And again we don’t care its a chicken thats all
Who cares if its painful that seems the school
Of thought around slaughter, its got to be done
So why not just make it a whole lot of fun

As a race we are low life sicko’s in fact
If we eat these poor chickens how would we react
All that adrenaline all those hormones
Antibiotics rotting our bones

And all of those sauces corporate crap
Gm and nano tech it helps to wrap
The profit up nicely for Tyson so they
Can make massive profits that rise by the day

We are malevolent beings with malignant souls
Raising the kill rate and the controls
Masses of chemicals put in their feed
And whereabouts does all of this lead

Masses of waste and our intestines full
Of maggots and parasites that sometimes spill
Out of our arses and into our pants
Hell is inside all of us we cant enhance

Our appearance with corporate make up if we
Put this kind of shit in our guts and it be
Stuck there for days in a great constipation
Of vile shuddering gump that bears no relation

To anything that any human should pass
This shouldn’t ever come out of your arse
Cancers are rising infections are too
And its no bloody wonder what corporates do

There is an ingratitude for creations gift
Already we are altering animals, lift
Your heads and open your eyes
Then yea just then you might realise

Chickens are getting a terrible time
They live in a cell the floor is just slime
They die in such agony wondering why
They ever came here really, just to die