Fed some strange-looking hormones.
Cramped in a single slot,
With mountains of corn to force feed.
My neighbors tell me,
"Once upon a time:
Us cows were free to graze,
And we could eat fresh grass as we please."
But now they tell me,
"Forget that point.
We are here to be sold to some
Burger joint."
That's right-
Fast food, steakhouse, BBQ ribs;
Our life is just fibs.
I am your burger,
I am your steak.
I am your cow.
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