Chickens Deserve To Die
Gayle Morton
5 am in the cold frigid daybreak
In rubber boots 2 sizes too big
To do a job not worth the payback
Rancid chickens fluttering in filth
Too stupid to know what's happening
But smart enough to fight back
Claws of steel scratch severely, slowly
How Flesh flies in the chicken coop
Outside comes the end and not too soon
One chop, two chops dead, done, next
Watch the legs wiggle as life leaves
Drain the blood as hounds dig in the feast
My voice may sound cold, but trust me
The chickens deserve to die
"Car.il.lon: 2006." Morris Publishing, Kearney NE. 2006
I think this one explains itself.
No comments:
Post a Comment