Chicken World

This is me
A chicken
A soul of just five weeks
Made to live in a shit hole
And the shed here reeks
Of ammonia personified
It burns my baby skin
Huddled in our thousands
Ready for a bin
No free range
No nice worms
No fly blown maggots sadly
No fresh air it’s a sin

I sadly have no energy
Am unable to crow
Living in man’s chicken shed
On chemicals we grow
Our breasts so huge
Our legs too weak
Crippled every one
Stuffed full of genetic crap
And we never see the sun.