The madness of the maverick brain
To bellow with pretentious pain
Entitled to excuse the real affliction
Or name the cause of their distress
That decimates their happiness
Psychotic from their victimhood addiction

The rest of us, without a dream –
Exalt the curd; discard the cream
Irrelevant – our better butter wasted
The G.M.O.s, whose moos are silk
Preach fairness in their moral milk
Rotisserie of pallid bodies basted

The heifers churned the party line
The stately steers said all was fine
A better whey was promised for tomorrow
But when tomorrow came around
The hope was gone; the change profound
Too big to fail; the bovine way – to borrow

Stampeded then in our dissent
A cheesy coup, the message sent
The slaughterhouses tout the free range orders
We took their brand on every flank
The cattle rustlers own the bank
The fences all came down along the borders

Your student loan has been repaid
Your outfit is The Cuds Brigade
So here’s your uniform, and here’s your rifle
Your job description “herd control”
No ruminating on your role
(abortion teaches murder is a trifle)

Refuse to shoot your fellow cow
Or swear allegiance to the plow?
Then you will feel the cattle prod of power
Your hide, the cowboys long to wear
Your scent will permeate the air
The barbeque will be your finest hour!