Happy eggs a play on words

Free ranging happy chickens
Do you get it
What do you see
Green pastures full of naturalness
Fresh air and liberty
Thats what the Happy Egg folk say
Chuckling birds so prime
Pecking picking flourishing
Happy with their time
Egg eaters are taken
By the naturalness they see
Its the green grass and the wild flowers
Conjured up and free
Healthful and salubrious
Nutritious through and through
Free ranging birds are happy
Thats everybodys view

But actually the camera
Sees differences I hear
Far from just free ranging
Another tale is clear
A kind of vile regression
Defilement everywhere
Dirty dark dire dreary sheds
A place of such despair
Happiness in tatters
Featherless birds heads down
Beaks are mutilated
And deformed their so called happy crown
Mouldering and moth eaten
Where ones eyes can see
A suppurating fester
Degraded awfully

A curse a scourge a ruin
Perilousness and death
Anything but happy
In the darkness stress
And terrible frustration
Tottering, shakey souls
Suffering like crazy
Clearly without goals
A maelstrom of existence
A crosscurrent of fear
Inertness and stagnation
Everywhere its clear
Lethargy and indolence
Neglected one can see
The stench of the ammonia
Its choking actually

The outside section
A bare field
Hardly a natural scene
There is no recuperation
Its more a spacial mean
Combative and war like
Not something that was known
In terms of happy free range
A fruitless listless day
Just a continual struggle
The nest boxes I’d say
Where dead hens were seen rotting
Where maggots took their time
Laying eggs here in the stinky
Misery and slime
Ill-fated and unlucky
Hapless and forlorn
To actually call them happy
To imagine that fresh Dawn
Of awakening, of happiness, of sunlight
Everywhere
All born under an evil star
A Calamitous despair
Keen to buy these eggs imagining
The happiness they said
Paying extra for them
I know most will see red
As to how they have been treated
In dire straits afterall
That pound of flesh they are taking
Would drive folks up the wall.

Just a bunch of liars
The inflexibility
Callous not deserving
Anything from me
Austere and spartan areas
Tyrannous and wrong
Prisoners in bondage
They just do not belong
In squalor and deterioration
Like vagrants everyone
Imprisoned in the dankness
Unable to feel the sun
Ragged with depression
Paupers everyone
A penny pinching management
When the day is done

Their uncharitable conclusion
Scrimping scraping stinginess
Covetous and profit mad
Pennywise and miserly
What I see here makes me sad
The ammonia fIlled lungs of mine
Aching with despair
Clearly sharing what those hens feel
Fighting for clean air
Suffering a detachment
From life on earth today
Happy chickens happy eggs
Just happy to lay
Great value and good reason
For customers to pay
But the harshness and the Roughness
Takes all that away

Paying for unpleasantness
Loathsomeness and pain
The bitter pill the gall
The wormwood the disdain
Tearful aching females
Tortured as they are
Bleeding mournful victims
Where existence became a scar
That ached and itched and putrified
Their wailing no one heard
Afterall these females
They were just another bird
Blubbering and whimpering
Red eyes every day
Woebegone and doleful
In their tear jerking display

Thank you Peta for bringing this evil
To our eyes via the Mail on Line

May the management rot in hell