Oh Betsy
Did you let out a single solitary moo?
In the assembly line of death
that is your life

Did that moo echo out
into the barn yard?
where the grazing cattle raised their heads
as the moo penetrated deep into their soul

Offering them brief realizations
four fences constitute their lives
destined to fall to an unknown reaper

They lower their heads again
content with grazing
as moos begin to fall on deaf ears