A Chick... Seasoned

KFC, and Popeyes
moms an pops joints that serve us fried
for years on slaughter floors the machines
process our flesh, as the masses ingest us
raise us up couped up
some given a boast of protein, to get big fine…
 
only if you could feel the machines end your days
I wonder would you still feast on me?
off with your thighs and breast so swole
contaminated though with sacks of silicone
hack off the unneccasary, throw it to the pigs
let the herds of cattle feast on remnants and bits
 
freeze your parts till a savage beast grabs them for dinner
clean and season, then off into the scalding grease
as your meat darkens from the heat of fat crackling
then with mac and cheese, serve, lets all eat..
 
enjoy that 3 piece and a biscuit, don’t forget the drink.