My first hunting trip was quite eventful: I must've been about 5 or 6 An essential rite of passage for those consigned here with a dick Shot size 5 was recommended for a clean efficient kill They laughed as I cried and stroked his blood-soaked iridescent quills Don't recall just how I got there. To the hatchery I mean Stumbled through the bush on a field trip and there it stood in front of me I stooped down upon the concrete pad to verify what I was seeing The aftermath of stomping boots upon hundreds of tiny, helpless beings Hello despair and booze-fueled rage! How do you do, my gilded cage? Stupid chick on the conveyor belt staring at her severed foot Stupid pig despairing at the sight of his companion on a hook You ever see that stupid cow chasing the truck that drove off with her calf? Stupid lower order always good for a good laugh Debarked. Declawed. Defanged. Dehorned. Wings clipped. Toes cut. Branded. Teeth pulled Farewell despair and booze-fueled rage. How do you do, soon-to-be-emptied cage?