The insincerity and artfulness
\nTheir jiggery-pokery I confess
\nSuch collusion and cozenage
\nIts a kind of camouflage
\nPreventing us appreciate
\nOur true design
\nThey predicate
\nA reason why now what they do
\nProduces something that will imbue<\/p>\n
A factor that is wrong by far
\nFor in essnce all it does is scar
\nThe heart the soul the liver too
\nEven the lungs cannot breathe through
\nThe agony of all of this
\nMethodology isnt bliss
\nIts true deceit its illusory
\nAnd each now suffer dreadfully<\/p>\n
Gavage brought such mendacity
\nAnd a great big chunk of audacity
\nA creepy smooth-tongued excuse for
\nReally breaking the natural law
\nThe balance of things we knew as life
\nWere replaced with torture and so much strife<\/p>\n
And here I sit yes so alone
\nNobody to hear my incessant groan
\nIn the darkness there is no light for me
\nIts dank but the water of life I am free
\nI have never swum my poor webbed feet
\nAre dry and cracked and I am now beat
\nLife is ebbing from my soul
\nReally I have lost all control<\/p>\n
My liver is pushing into my lung
\nI am no hero as yet unsung
\nThat evil feeding of corn and fat
\nforced me really to where I am at
\nHow I suffer I am no star
\nFor you lot want my rich foie gras<\/p>\n
I hope it tastes delicious I
\nLie here alone just wondering why
\nYour totally insensitive feeling must
\nLeave you with so much disgust
\nIf it doesnt remember my picture hear
\nI lived and died in abject fear
\nNot of the farmer not anymore
\nBut the thought that you wanted all my gore<\/p>\n
By blood my fat my agony
\nMy life and still you appeared happy
\nFoie gras is a wicked evil thing
\nIts suspiciousness that may soon bring
\nNot only the victim which is me
\nBut later you too
\nSuch venality
\nSuch dishonour such spivvery
\nIts really criminality<\/p>\n
A vicious streak of ill wound scum
\nImprobity leaves me now numb
\nThe slippery slope that I am now on
\nGluttony yes of course long gone
\nconclusions of the vilest kind
\nComplicit in whats left behind
\nA dying body and twisted soul
\nI am now breathless having lost control<\/p>\n
Dead to the world<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The insincerity and artfulness Their jiggery-pokery I confess Such collusion and cozenage Its a kind of camouflage Preventing us appreciate Our true design They predicate A reason why now what they do Produces something that will imbue A factor that … Continue reading