Chickens

They lie on their sides
Dead to the world
Tossed in the air
Where they are then hurled
Into some bucket
Thats what they do
Beat up the chickens
Their lives are through

Look what is happening to those
That are weak
Beaten up badly
By a 19 stone freak
A great sea of lice
And, maggots too
And these are the nuggets
Just waiting for you

In the fast food places
Breaded just crap
And the children all love them
They cant wait to wrap
Their teeth around this garbage
These chicken souls who
Were tortured and beaten
And fed on a brew

Of antibiotics
Of hormones and shit
On anti depressants
And all that seems fit
Crowded together
In great seas of muck
With leg deformities
Doesn’t that suck!

Just hear them crying
But nobody cares
Its all behind doors
And great walls
Affairs
Of the chicken kind we
Cannot imagine
How evil they be
This corporate crap
Is no conspiracy

Oceans of chicken poo
Oceans of pee
And they have to sit on this
For their eternity
Of 39 days
Before being crushed
And made into nuggets
Or possible brushed out in the yard
To rot under the stars
Humanity truthfully
One of your scars

And its all about money
Margins and more
Paying the pittance to the louts on the floor
Who take out their frustration
On the innocent who
Within 39 days become nuggets
Its true
An existence of such gloom
What can we say
And its all the kids eating
This shit who will pay