Incision and drainage of a sad cow

Imagine the agony
A sickly cow
Stands in a stable block
Wondering how
She ever will manage
In filth where stand be
An abscess as big as a football
We see
A blistery sore
As noxious as hell
Disgusting to feel
With that over ripe smell
An incision is made
By a girl with a prong
Draining the pus
Of course it is wrong

A violent incision
In the stable of dirt
Farming on this scale
Yes it must hurt
These female animals
Stuck in this place
With maggots and flies
Of course a disgrace

Her milk will be stolen
Her flesh one day too
Consumers don’t see what we see
What they do
A mother in agony
Facing the wrath
Of the farm hands ignorance
Who stands on the path
Watch the pus drip then spurt everywhere
A cheesy stench no one’s aware
When she’s killed in the slaughterhouse
Her milk will be
Processed and sweetened
And eaten