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    dots Submission Name: Eye of the chickendots

    Author: devil666
    ASL Info:    26/M/NewHampshire
    Elite Ratio:    1.63 - 9/50/38
    Words: 533
    Class/Type: Story/Misc
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    dotsEye of the chickendots

    Six in the morning, woke up and ate to my heart's content,
    With thousands of my mates, felt suffocated admist the stench.
    Giant human beings locking us in cages and small cells,
    Held hostage for ages, our life was nothing but living hell.

    Always living in fear of birds, cats and rats,
    Fed us with hormones, we grew yellow & fat.
    Only our mother showed us some love and warmth,
    Giving us juicy worms, insects & all that we want.

    One morning came a tall man with a huge belly,
    Picked up with our cages, filthy and real smelly.
    With my mother and siblings, in a moving van,
    Felt like we were being taken to a distant land.

    First time out of the farm, expecting some adventure,
    Sitting cosy in the vehicle, we felt like VIP passengers.
    The van stopped, we were now in a place brand new,
    Some slant eyed humans in a place called Juyong BBQ.

    Me and my siblings looked at each other in surprise,
    When taken in, realized it was a slaugterhouse in disguise.
    Saw carcasses of my own brothers, hung in mid- air,
    Mother fluttering and panicking, looking visibly scared.

    All we could do is stare and our wide open mouths,
    Just then a man in blue, pulled our poor mother out.
    Passed on to a man in a black apron and white jacket,
    Emptying powders & stuff from colourful plastic packets.

    Pulled out a big knife and off went her head,
    Now I knew, why were we being corn fed.
    Mother decapitated, but her body still moving,
    Blood dripping from her neck, red & oozing.

    Realized how evil those bloody humans can be,
    Blood and gore is only what my eyes could see.
    It was a mass murdering session of all sorts,
    Could't understand, all this for fucking what?

    Saw heads being cut off and then discarded,
    Said goodbye to my brothers as they departed.
    Shedding tears and watching everything in silence,
    I witnessed merciless humans & their violence.

    Sat there in my cage, waiting for my turn.
    Going to a place from where no one returns.
    When my time came, I was mercilessly dragged out,
    Had accepted my bloody fate, didnt scream or shout.

    As I came closer, I saw an ocean of boiling oil,
    My kith & kin, deep-fried, wrapped in silver foil.
    Screamed out of fright as the knife drew near,
    Except for ruthless humans, nobody to hear.

    Now I felt sorry too for the ones that were next,
    Wish these bad humans too, be fried to death.
    Knife drew nearer, I waited for the inevitable,
    Just one gash on my neck and that was fatal.

    My spirit could see now, what was really going on,
    My brothers on tables, while humans chomping on.
    Filling their bellies with the flesh of my brothers,
    Anger mounting for these bastards, human cowards.

    Would love to be born human, if I were given a chance,
    Then slaughter these cowards with my own hands,
    Killing my mute brothers proves humans are of unsound mind,
    Seriously wish for the end of this fucking race called mankind.

    Submitted on 2009-05-19 02:14:17     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Wow. Reading this poem makes me want to cry. It's amazing how you can turn one simple thing *making dinner* into a slaughter traumatizing poem. Reading this makes me understand why people kill, and I'm not saying that it's right. I'm just saying that if someone killed my poor, innocent brother, I would probably go on a killing spree. Geez... I don't want to ever eat chicken again.
    | Posted on 2009-05-19 00:00:00 | by bubble_popper15 | [ Reply to This ]

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