Not “human trapping, killing, and widespread trading of the marmot’s fur infected thousands.” Nope. Just like “humans were minding our own damn business and the evil fucking marmots infected us.”

His supposed sanctuary was already filled with the bodies of his bovine brethren,

dismantled and displayed in coolers kept frozen to impede their decay

They aren’t all stomped to oblivion,

sometimes they are humanely beaten,

I’d retort, easing my conscious

No, no, sweetie, don’t you cry

That little piggie wanted to die     

Listening to you justify killing an animal
because the vegan version costs fifty cents more

Dogs are delicious, don’t judge what I eat!

They’re loaded with protein from their cute heads to their feet

a highlighted farmer refers to his place as “Chicken Disneyland”

because of the toys he has started to hang for them to play with

Blood gushes from my neck

   Rib roast, Chuck steak, Brisket

I hear praise for my work offering sanctuary for the few

who, through serendipitous luck, survive the deadly demands of your taste buds

The mother, helplessly watching, bellows and bellows for days and days, in search of a baby who will never return

Crudely drawn, without my consent,

holding a sign for your advertisement

An ironic cry for mercy from an industry

whose cows receive none

Happy Cows?!

Are you fucking nuts?!