Lower Order (A Good Laugh)

My first hunting trip was quite eventful

I must've been about five or six

An essential rite of passage

For those consigned here with a dick

Shot size five was recommended for

A clean, efficient kill

They laughed as I cried

And stroked his blood-soaked iridescent quills

Don't recall just how I got there

To the hatchery, I mean

Stumbled through the bush on a field trip

And there it stood in front of me

I stooped down upon the concrete pad

To verify what I was seeing

The aftermath of stomping boots

Upon hundreds of tiny, helpless beings

Hello despair

And booze-fueled rage

How do you do

My gilded cage??

Stupid chick on the conveyor belt, staring at her severed foot

Stupid pig despairing at the sight of his companion on a hook

You ever see that stupid cow chasing the truck that drove off with her calf?

Stupid lower order, always good, good for a good laugh

Debarked, declawed

Defanged, dehorned

Wings clipped, toes cut

Branded, teeth pulled

Farewell despair

And booze-fueled rage

How do you do

Soon-to-be-emptied cage?