Many of you don’t know I am here
\nAnd many cannot see
\nImmersed in your own boredom
\nFor your eternity
\nMe I loved my mother
\nAnd she truly loved me
\nBut the human race
\nWins all the prizes
\nThats how it has to be<\/p>\n
My nutrition doesn’t get a look in
\nAnymore
\nFor some reason your offspring
\nNeed the ungulate for sure
\nOur milk designed to help us grow
\nIt becomes your substitute
\nAnd we are seen as obsolete
\nReally thats the root<\/p>\n
You lot take and therefore
\nCalves like me are lost
\nNobody will feed us
\nBecause of course the cost
\nIs too much with you stealing
\nThe nutrition that I need
\nAnd so I end up dying
\nBeing used for animal feed<\/p>\n
Or perhaps my guts are torn out
\nAnd the rennin used for cheese
\nHuman beings love the stuff
\nFor me it one big tease
\nIts made with my nutrition
\nAnd heaps of refined salt
\nSome colouring if you are lucky
\nI suppose its not your fault<\/p>\n
Its full of fat thats bad for you
\nFor us its not too bad
\nWe only live about three years
\nSo for us life isn’t as sad
\nBut you lot you live 70 years
\nAnd your hearts will give out before
\nIf you eat this concentrated fat
\nAnd just ignore<\/p>\n
So now I am being crushed alive
\nOne of the unfortunate few
\nRendered into dog food
\nI am alive still this is true
\nLike the millions of fluffy chicks
\nam male and I must go
\nCrushed to death ah yes my breath
\nGone!nothing to show<\/p>\n
But a mush of hair and hoof thats me
\nSquashed to kingdom come
\nApart from mummy no one loved me
\nOne last look and some
\nAnimal rights activists will see me
\nSee me Pictured here
\nThey will try their best to help
\nFor they cannot fail to hear<\/p>\n
The crushing of my body
\nThe bleeding out I feel
\nThe ugliness of torture
\nRendered now for real
\nThrown into a vacuum
\nAnd lost for evermore
\nThe agony of the moment
\nOnly you ignore<\/p>\n
The farmer and the dairy
\nSoulless brutes they be
\nSomeone took the decision
\nTo do away with me
\nSomeone who professes to have a heart
\nAnd soul
\nSomeone who is supposedly gentle
\nThat arse ole<\/p>\n
He that bloody farmer
\nConsigned me to this place
\nTake one last look
\ni am looking back at you
\nYou can see my face
\nStuck in this contraption
\nThis is the end of me
\nThis is the end of everything
\nPerhaps humanity<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Many of you don’t know I am here And many cannot see Immersed in your own boredom For your eternity Me I loved my mother And she truly loved me But the human race Wins all the prizes Thats how … Continue reading