Taste of charcoal and barbecue sauce.
Chop up the pig, it’s time to pig out.
I like the taste of death in my mouth!

Chop up the cow. Time to chow down.
Turn his smile into a frown.
I don’t care. I just like the taste
of death on my plate and palate.

Looks like it didn’t run fast enough.
Survival of the fittest—TOUGH!

Kill it, defeather it, behead it, whatever.
I’ll just order it as I smile at the drive-thru
while sitting on leather.
I don’t want to see the anguish in its face
while its blood spills all over the place.
My kids need protein!
Who cares about the animal and its offspring!?
Billions enslaved being served on plates.
Smile for your happy meal!

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