Manufactured life forms
\nChicken flavoured they
\nAre just about existing
\nBut not grounded in any way
\nEnduring and developing
\nInto beasts of woe
\nTheir lives we have turned upside down
\nIn just how fast they grow<\/p>\n
An emptiness of feeling
\nAn absence if control
\nA non existent absentee
\nWho possibly had a soul
\nWho possibly had ancestors
\nRendered null and void
\nAbolished by genetics
\nTasting more like celluloid<\/p>\n
An outwardness of something
\nAlien perhaps
\nRadical and virtual
\nA machine that only craps
\nAnd sits within the excrement
\nBathes in a maggity soup
\ntightly crammed together
\nBut none of them in the loop<\/p>\n
Churping burping balls of skin
\nWith feathers rough and course
\nShapeless and untidy
\nAs to their life force
\nReally inconsistency
\nAnd adnormality
\nUntidy and chaotic
\nAnd anything but free<\/p>\n
Growing like the clappers
\nTheir breasts develop fast
\nBefore their legs can hold them
\nIts as if they are cast
\nInto eccentricity
\nA prototypal place
\nEmulously synthetic
\nInfact quite a disgrace<\/p>\n
And if course there is no harmony
\nNo consensus we can see
\nThis is just a death camp
\nWhere angered souks can free
\nThemselves from what us bell on earth
\nA darkly dreary den
\nWhere buckering snd controversy
\nAre spoken of by men<\/p>\n
An inopportune existence
\nAll misplaced lets say
\nMisfits misajusted
\nAnd more mistakes each day
\nA true disequilbrium
\nInadequate and poor
\nThe stench if death is everywhere
\nHow can we ignore<\/p>\n
Its piss and poo and death itself
\nIts pus and acrid stale
\nThere is no compensation
\nIts just a sordid tale
\nJust 8 weeks and they are ready
\nTo be slung into a crate
\nAnd shackled on a guillotine
\nTo await their fate<\/p>\n
And its all done indiscriminatly
\nEach bird can understand
\nWhat is going to happen next
\nNothing there is bland
\nIts evil and its ugly
\nTerror walks and sighs
\nThey shake and shuffle
\nUpside down
\nBefore the realise<\/p>\n
Their end is near
\nTheir saviour is coming with a thrust
\nTheir heads are severed if they are lucky
\nThis stage does disgust
\nBAIADA in West melbourne
\nA concentration camp
\nA death house full of torture
\nAnd where violent heavies stamp
\nTheir dislocated energies
\nTheir unmethodical ways
\nIts orderless its jumbled
\nIt is no oassing phase<\/p>\n
Manufactured life forms
\nChicken flavoured gruel
\nGenetic formulations
\nTruthfully they fuel
\nAnd anger and frustration
\nIn the bard today
\nWho has to witness all of this
\nAnd snell the vile decay<\/p>\n
And listen to the sales pitch
\nIn the super store
\nSpiced and salted and wrapped in herbs
\nSo as punters will adore
\nThe beautiful tasty white flesh
\nThat just falls off the bone
\nDrenched in pain and torture
\nYou can almost hear ut groan<\/p>\n
Even in death its murmurings
\nEach harbinger of sin
\nWho suffered like no other
\nA victim of the spin
\nThe assemblage of the innocent
\nPurely babies still
\nWho outgrew their existence
\nAnd really lost their will<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Manufactured life forms Chicken flavoured they Are just about existing But not grounded in any way Enduring and developing Into beasts of woe Their lives we have turned upside down In just how fast they grow An emptiness of feeling … Continue reading