Lab grown meat

Manufactured dead flesh
Is the order of this day
Aimed of course at vegans
And climate change a way
Of abusing and refusing
The living soulful meat
By meddling with Nature
In a bio charged complete

Two weeks in a reactor
With animal cells we see
A dead flesh look alike
Mary Mary Shelley
Frankenstein it be
Not made from cadavers
But backed by gates and those
Maniacs with money
In laboratories it grows

An amalgam of falsity
No cruelty we hear
Science does the business
Meat then does appear
Flavoured shot with nutrients
Chicken beef or pork
Bloodless painless chunks of it
Ideal on one’s fork

Lab grown that’s its function
Tasty as can be
Great cooked in a hot pot
And They call it cruelty free
The end game for the slaughterhouse
The death knell and the pain
No life force to speak of
Just a vile refrain