Animals rush out of the gates
And are surprised at what awaits.
They get put on my plate.
But if there’s more
They’re sold in the specialty store.
Sometimes a butler will bring you some
On a golden tray, the meat still red and barely numb.
You could read the menu or just take a seat,
Three times-a-day we serve heaping stacks of meat.
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