Ok i am a goose
\nJust a bird, some might say
\nBut I do have a right of respect
\nAnd today
\nLocked in this farm
\nIn France what they do
\nIs force feed, us all
\nYes folks its true<\/p>\n
My throat its so sore
\nMy legs are so tired
\nHour after hour
\nThough being high wired
\nMy liver is painful
\nAching like hell
\nSick to my soul
\nI just do not feel well<\/p>\n
Nobody loves me
\nNobody cares
\nThis fatty corn
\nThat the farming bloke shares
\nThe stench of his breath
\nHis roughness, the pain
\nAll of this hell
\nIts just one massive drain<\/p>\n
And For what?
\nFor foie gras
\nDiseased liver in fact
\nAt the end of this week
\nHow I react
\nTo being stabbed in the throat
\nSeeing life at an end
\nFrom the day I was born
\nUntil the end
\nNot one friend!<\/p>\n
Foie gras
\nBuman beings
\nGorge on our pain
\nTheir karma
\nThe farmer
\nNo charmer
\nThe bane
\nOf life and existence
\nAs evil as sin
\nThe scum of the earth
\nNow sold by the tin
\nOn line and in Harrods
\nSolid despair
\nWoe, death and ugliness
\nHow is it fair<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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