Ding! Ding! Ding!
The food bell rang out, squeals of pleasure could be heard
as all manner of beasts and creatures acknowledged , that the time for "stuffing thier faces"
had arrived, the Pigs were notoriously aggressive in the evenings
A combination of easy wealth, an overly active sense of self-entitlement and arrogance
were to blame for the Swine's negative social behaviour, not to mention thier absolute
Lack of patience, that made serving them an unimaginably horrid task
Whereby degradation and dehumanization, were a regular "thank you" for good service
Across the room two ducks sat in quiet conversation, trying not to disturb thier partners
A couple of obstreperous Geese, who were so self obsorbed
that one could easily wonder; If they would have even notice the disappearance of thier spouses?
So lost in thier own immediate selves, that were you to stand next to them
you would feel your very existence being called into question, Fruitlessly awaiting
the opportunity to deliver the food they ordered, Giving no room
nor space; by which to finish your work
A family of Wort Hogs were creating carnage
they blocked all isles and areas of movement, with no defining purpose behind the actions
refusing to move, holding thier heads high in some strange
self righteous spectacle, Attempting to show some form of importance
i would fashion a guess
that they were professors in the field of thier own insignificance,
Seeking to invent a level of stature, that in thier daily lives was otherwise unattainable;
It is most certainly a creul fate, to be stuck in this decrepid reality
serving these animals.
[Lo'-Fi Thought]
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