who did you say was chicken?

Swindling skulduggery
Sharp practice everyday
Trickery and dupery
Is how I am today
Chickens we get a bad deal
From poultry farms who say
They have to make their profit
When we pass away
From a handsome wild soul
Look what we become
All our bloody feathers fall
Our muscles become numb
The diddle us and swizzle us
On stale shitty food
Spurious vile humans
From out of them exude
Pure anger and resentment
Look how sad we look
Worm eaten and sickly
For the oven ready cook