factory farming
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Chickens, and pigs, and cows! Oh my!
Watch their life passes by
In cages and pens without air to breathe
Hardly real dirt for their feet beneath
notorious for advertising
secret eyes hide behind
corporate lies, trademark mind
trust in me & faith you'll find
silky smooth, underhand
politely rude fashion sense
I do not have a name.
I have three friends
To talk to, one behind
And two beside.
They’re the only ones close enough.
We love to chat, but
Sometimes we argue
Because we’re all frustrated
