Cook's Delight

Hormones and dead
animals,
Chemicals and concentrates
Cows should be out in the fields
Thats the place for ungulates
The reasoning behind it
all
is profit for the lot of them
The Farmer, and the Superstore
all after massive yields
Imagine it, a living creature
In a concentration camp
Beaten like some prisoners
rendition that the prize
For just being an Earthling
Your led into a slaughterhouse
Prodded with electric rods
As huge tears fill your eyes
Sworn at, punched the torture
Continues every moment
You try to run
You do not want to die
your feeling fit
But the Butcher wants his profit
And you are the Commodity
So into a small enclosed box
Your throat is cut oh! Shit!

Life, the precious life you had
despite the public floggings
despite the crappy concentrates
and the expletives on the hour
Despite you being kicked and poked
with a hammer till you cry out loud
At least each precious moment was
a moment of great power
But now the blade has sliced you
Your blood spills every which way
Your foaming from the mouth
The evil bastard stands beside
Laughing, as life ebbs away
You wished you'd kicked his arse, okay
but you were just so docile you so kind
And now you're feeling weaker
by the moment
Behold the golden sickle
and the star lit passage lined
With buttercups and daisies
Reaching to Cow Heaven
Choking back the blood
That now runs back inside your throat
Twitching its bewitching
To see the light beyond
And realise your murderer
Did probably abscond

Everywhere its blackness
As the human tribe are pulling
Your skin off for their
leather coats and shoes
and ladies bags
Everywhere is darkness
As the human tribe are cutting
Your body up in pieces
for corpse munchers
and their hags