Chicken soup alive and kicking

Have you any idea

what its actually like

to be holed

up in this awful shed

and what tike

could dream up a system

a great feathered throng

herded together

where we don’t belong

masses of feathers

huddles of beaks

clusters of sharp feet

many are freaks

bred for their great breasts

on broken legs, they

fall on each other

and some rot away

the smell is obnoxious

the closeness is too

its a great writhing mess of heartaches

and poo

a barn rich enclosure

ammonia fills

the air and the water

where all our blood spills

the maggots do scamper

the worms wriggle too

this is the hell hole

created by you

we live in this shit hole

we suffer such strain

we are deafened

by squawkings

and have nothing to gain

but rancour and hatred

of, man un kind

whose spiritless nowadays

till on us he’s dined

on our maggoty soup

on our repulsive meat

that some have considered

a bit of a treat

we are full of disease

we are lost in a way

broken and torn

in a world of dismay