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The Unfortunate Life Of A Cow
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Fun Stuff I grew up on a big country farm,
To nothing or nobody did I do any harm.
But now here I sit on your dinner plate,
Desperately trying to forget my fate.
All I ever did was stood quietly and ate grass,
Every now and then I'd pass a little gas.
But nothing too extreme, or so I thought,
But then when the farmer came out, it was me that he caught.
I mooed and I mooed, but couldn't get away,
He turned me into processed meat, (and you had a bad day?)
And here I sit, in a puddle of marinara sauce,
In which I and some innocent vegetables were tossed.
Please remember, before you eat me,
I was once an innocent cow, who used to be free.
Then they chopped me up and made me into food,
I hope you get indigestion, you really mean dude.
They call it barbaric to kill another person,
Well, excuse me for doing a lot of cursing.
It's not my fault God made me a cow,
After reading this, are you hungry now?
DON'T EAT ME!!!! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!
I LOVE this poem, very creative.
when i started seriously down the road of buddhism i stopped eating meat. then i realised that i should stop eating non-organic foods too...think of all the bugs that get killed by crop spraying! after all, a bug is as good as a cow which has as much worth as you or I. all of course, IMHO. :-)
nice poem, it made me smile. i liked "All I ever did was stood quietly and ate grass"
Goodness, if only life were that simple! makes being a cow seem not so bad!
thanks for the poem.
peace and moo!
JM