So Much Happiness It Kills You

Happy cows

from happy farms

where the sun always shines

on happy red barns

With happy castration,

how we frolic away

while elastic bands squeeze our nuts

waiting for eventual decay

Of the loud cheers of delight,

I hereby forewarn,

as they burn through our flesh

to cauterize our horns

It makes us so happy,

I truly must say,

when they dock off our tails,

they were just in the way

But nothing compares

to the pride in our eyes

as they take from us our babies

under those beautiful blue skies

This gleeful celebration,

like all things must close;

the farmers smile and wave

as they slice off our nose

and our skins and our bones,

oh, our blood it does pour,

our happiness is scattered

in a pile on the floor

A glorious end

to our jovial lives

when we happy cows

meet even happier knives

Written December 15, 2018