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May 2022
Blanch Friesian cows gather in droves
on concrete pens
to moo away and insult their intelligence
devoid of the milk of life
from their plastic udders and botox lips
they trod in their turds
and emit methane gases in noxious fumes
and mooing in unison
they declare they are in control of the abattoir
but we have beef with man
and we can insult our intelligence all we like
cause we are full of tripe
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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