- Corralled inside a pen, all lured by change and hope.
- Shuffled through gate and chute, each coaxed by rod and rope.
- Scanned for tattoo and tag, then pushed inside the booth.
- And once the curtains part, each learns the grisly truth.
- Before their very eyes, they see the ugly beast,
- Two heads upon its back, four eyes desiring feast.
- One head is bloody red, the other deathly blue
- Both growl, and drool, and snarl, and lick, and sniff, and chew.
- They step onto the box, and stand so deathly still.
- The beast extends its arms, its mouths await their swill.
- Its hands latch onto teats, the left and, too, the right.
- And milked them dry of X, their stomach knotted tight.
- The beast took in its hands the cup of dreams once sown.
- Drank all without a care, and climbed onto its throne.
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