Cooking with live animals

Clambering out of the cooking pot
Pale of skin it hurts a lot
Nose on fire fur all gone
Soon they will be out upon

The table in some dark vile sauce
Streaming eyes they are there by force
Turn up the gas the bubbling starts
Their juices run
Straining tHeir hearts

Fighting the hopelessness
Choking the steam
What awful anguish
There couldn’t’have been

A worse scenario anywhere
Than in a pit of pure despair

The tribulation you can feel
Mortified and that’s for real
Resentful of the loyalty
That you had given constantly

Nothing was too much trouble for
A dog and you were very sure
Taken by thieves and sold so you
Could actually be a living stew

Man un kind is an evil sod
Live animal soup where is his god
What cynical slob
What a thick skinned lout
Impassive and blank
Without a doubt

To feed their hunger
To imagine we
will be inside
In iniquity

In a vile dark place
With other friends
That’s is where a loyal dog ends

Chopped and salted and
Lost for sure
In the gut of an arse
Who you would ignore

Being chewed on the molars
Of these dark knights
Blood thirsty savages
Who have no rights
To eat live animal soups and say
No matter what of course we shall pay