Two baby cows cower in isolation.
They’re tucked into tiny dog house prison cells…
allegedly, for their own good.

I don’t know about all that.

 

I’m a city slicker with PETA protesting in my chest.
I hear one little moo and cry so hard I heave.
My mom emerges to rub my back.

What a gift I take for granted.

I’m sorry, I swear.
I’m about to be so fucking vegan.