The baby cow
Would be castrated
And branded with a hot iron
And earpunched for an ID tag
And with antibiotics injected.
At the feedlot he had
To slosh around in
Thousands of other mammals'
Urine and waste.
In and out of the
Slaughterhouse truck
He was kicked and shocked
Before the final and
Unkindest cut of all
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