The cows don't know it's Christmas.
They're hopelessly homeostatic and witless,
Force-fed formula of doldrum's dry hubris,
own the uniqueness of a blow-up doll mistress,
But saddest of all is
they don't know it's Christmas!
The cows don't know it's Christmas,
collective heads hard & dull as bride's biscuits,
Confronting life's end they'll be in distress,
Just one of billions on the cosmic hit list,
But saddest of all is
they don't care it's Christmas! |