Is it so untenable a thought?

Feeding the homeless people for naught.

Trap the strays and vermin in the streets.

Roasting and frying the little treats.

First boil them to loosen the skin.

Then peel it back and place in the fur lining bin.

See then the succulent, tender meat

Then cut off the little feet.

Pickle the feet in gallons of brine

Make them a snack for any time

Then slice the softened meat from the bones.

Into select cuts like Filet Minon

Grind up the guts, Livers and stuff.

And feed them back to the cute little pups.

Make them fat and sloppy and lazy

Easy to catch so they don't drive you crazy.

No need to love those sweet little morsels

Or listen to those soft muffled whines and chortles.

Making puppy omelets with the chicken's albumen

Why should man try to act like a human?

When he slaughters his own kind on battlefields, urban

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