The brain dead

The brain dead heartless
Soulless cretins
Consuming life and torture who
Feel the need with ears and eyes
Blinded and deafened it’s no surprise
They fail to hear the beatings
The screams the tearful way
Animals wriggle spontaneously
In agony each day
Boiling in hot water or soup
Entrails and all
Skin and bone and organs
Life force doth appal
Chefs and butchers out there
Watching animals die
Bloodied with emotion
Octopus that try
And climb out of the hot soup
And are pushed back in again
The evils of consumption
The sinfulness of pain
Wriggling inside one’s mouth
Drooling is spit and snot
Innards bursting pus rehearsing
The grotesque boiling hot