Fluffy thats me
male me too
born on an egg farm
not a good thing to do
sorted by women
very keen of eye
females in one box
males are piled high
ferment and fear
violence at the core
down a conveyor
no time to explore
frenzy and fury
violence and pain
a rumpus of anger
and a fearful refrain
into a dark space
great teeth revolve
the problem of life
someone will solve
we do not lay eggs
males sadly born
in an egg laying business
to an infinite dawn
packed into plastic
and dumped so that we
can suffocate in our thousands
And be gone, quietly