Lower Order (A Good Laugh)

My first hunting trip was quite eventful

I must've been about 5 or 6

An essential rite of passage

For those consigned here with a dick

Shot size 5 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 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?