I Like Steak Well Done
Today, yes today, he’s going on a trip,
A trip to the dusty side of town,
And when the truck pulls up there,
He merrily walks on down
The ramp to the brand new yard,
Where he’s paraded…. glorified,
And then he hears the man call out “SOLD”,
And he’s ushered to the side
Where he gets another inspection,
By the man with a stunning gun,
And his brains are sprayed all over the floor,
And he’s lifted up and hung
Then he’s drained of all he ever was,
Every thought and yearn and ache,
Till, by five days later on,
He gets eaten as a steak.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017
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