A Dugout, A Fence and The Abattoir.

Moo! Said one guy.

The others’ mooed too.

They didn’t notice they were standing in poo.

Even if they did, what could they do?

Surrounded by a fence

With no damn gate.

Couldn’t see the open field

Or hints about their fate.

They thought things were great.

The farmer had their backs.

Their carcasses and hooves.

The farmer cared a lot about them

They knew they couldn’t lose.

But no one mooed like the farmer mooed.

He walked on two damn feet!

Buddy didn’t milk and

Buddy ate meat.

Buddy didn’t moo and Buddy ate meat.

Cows watched from their poo pond.