My Breakfast

I’m a perfect battery hen, 
I have never left my tiny pen.
Never pecked a worm,
Never got a germ.
It’s now noon, time to lay eggs again.
I’m a perfect battery cow,
I have never worked as a plough.
Only ate pellets,
Never seen carrots.
It’s now noon, time for me to get milked.
We are the perfect food machines,
Every day we follow our routines.
It’s always the same,
It drives us insane,
We have never even seen our dreams.
Your scrambled eggs have us to thank,
Your glass of milk has us to thank.
Your breakfast is from us.
Don’t leave it on the bus.
Your breakfast always has us to thank.