Each son of a bitch
\nThe idol rich
\nRestauranteurs that feel its right
\nTo serve up foie gras
\nWho ever they are
\nWith brown toast in very poor light<\/p>\n
Perhaps some soft music
\nA waiter from Poland another from Hungary who
\nIs opening wine expensive and fine
\nThats what the idol rich do
\nAnd geese and ducks suffer terribly
\nThose sweet souls which as children we feed
\nBut as some grow older and darker and colder
\nThey want these dear birds to bleed<\/p>\n
So its foie gras or diseased fatty liver
\nWhere force feeding happens each day
\nTubes are rammed down their poor throats till they
\nBleed
\nand at that point some pass away
\nSome the liver gets 10 times its size
\nAnd then well they suffer so much
\nThe birds cannot breathe
\nCannot even think
\nAnd the farmers are so out of touch<\/p>\n
Its all about money, the profit the margin
\nIts all paper stuff in the end
\nThe sheds full of trash life goes by in a flash
\nTo hell and back we try to send
\nThem into a maggoty mayhem
\nSuch terror such evil such pain
\nThese poor souls go bonkers completely
\nAnd consumers of course are insane<\/p>\n
Foie gras is disease thats what we do
\nCreate all this evil and on it some chew
\nHow can we be so sick and be so vile
\nWatching them bleeding how it does rile
\nEvery sense in their bodies they are sentient too
\nUnlike the foie gras requesters yes you
\nYou bloody order it thinking its great
\nTo have torture and mayhem upon your plate
\nThe puke and the maggots no you cant see
\nBut they were there earlier best believe me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Each son of a bitch The idol rich Restauranteurs that feel its right To serve up foie gras Who ever they are With brown toast in very poor light Perhaps some soft music A waiter from Poland another from Hungary … Continue reading