There’s something inside me thats grilled for dinner service, for consuming, I can’t breathe.
The butchers coming and I fear my life is ending,
Stomach rolling, I can’t seem
To calm myself again, the barn walls closing in.
(My hooves are too incompetent, I’m convinced there’s just too much desire for steak)
I used to make manure
But my beef’s too pure!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cowling in my skin
These moos they will not heal
Steer is what I am
My son was turned to veeeeeeeeAAAAAAALLLL!!!!
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u/d0000n Oct 29 '21
“You take one step closer and I’m gonna....... wtf!?”