The mindless profiteering
\nThe gullible the weak
\nThe poverty of purity
\nIt\u2019s what the masses seek
\nThe freshest food available
\nAlive, alive oh
\nWatch it\u2019s eyes they follow you
\nJust where you might go<\/p>\n
The hot plate it is boiling hot
\nOil and sauce around
\nThe chef a thoughtless careless creep
\nHis spirit no ones found
\nHe takes the crab avoids its pincers
\nAnd places it on the fire
\nHe cannot hear it\u2019s screams
\nAnd realise how dire<\/p>\n
It is to carry out this festering evil
\nEvery day
\nA wife and children left at home
\nPossibly the pay
\nBuys them life outside of course
\nKnow one questions how
\nAnd that he is torturing animals
\nCrabs even a cow<\/p>\n
Chickens suckling piglets
\nFulfilling his role
\nAs chef to the rich Diners
\nWho also have no soul
\nHe cuts the strings and watches
\nThe crabs all sizzle there
\nThe evil of his action
\nCausing such despair<\/p>\n
More oil more sauce
\nMore heat the sizzling of death
\nWrithing in the smoke and flames
\nForgoing all the breath
\nThat god had placed within them
\nThis monster chef he knew
\nHe has to now dismember them
\nAnd plate them up And do<\/p>\n
The necessary decor
\nAdd some extra sauce
\nDeath came very slowly
\nA matter of course
\nCooking in their juices
\nCrying in their soul
\nThat\u2019s somebody\u2019s dinner
\nThat someone else had stole<\/p>\n
Such spuriousness and treachery
\nAnd no one gives a damn
\nThey break the shells and like the smells
\nAnd in their dry throats cram
\nLumps of dead flesh drenched in sauce
\nPlay acting all the while
\nCrunching on the bones and skin
\nThat we vegans know is vile<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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