My first hunting trip was quite eventful: I must've been about 5 or 6
An essential rite of passage for those consigned here with a dick
Shot size 5 was recommended for a clean efficient kill
They laughed as I cried and stroked his blood-soaked iridescent quills
Don't recall just how I got there. To the hatchery I mean
Stumbled through the bush on a field trip and there it stood in front of me
I stooped down upon the concrete pad to verify what I was seeing
The aftermath of stomping boots upon hundreds of tiny, helpless beings
Hello despair and booze-fueled rage! How do you do, my gilded cage?
Stupid chick on the conveyor belt staring at her severed foot
Stupid pig despairing at the sight of his companion on a hook
You ever see that stupid cow chasing the truck that drove off with her calf?
Stupid lower order always good for a good laugh
Debarked. Declawed. Defanged. Dehorned. Wings clipped. Toes cut. Branded. Teeth pulled
Farewell despair and booze-fueled rage. How do you do, soon-to-be-emptied cage?
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