Black

This is doom
I know it for sure now
A black gloom and all its darkness
The cash cow
Paid for in what will be milked
And what looms
Is a credit of feed and grass and cotton
Spent for luxury and individual gratification
To feel apart of a pasture of wealth
To fill
Too feel
As we spend, follow, and chew
Herded and fed benefits
That benefit the farmer and
What he covets
Made by those who are like us
The exploited, those ate, us cannibals
I won't partake or have an obligation
To graze or eat at will and drink
From utters of propagated deals
But what we pay to eat is still made cheap
There is no best buy, we are targets
We eat and eat despite the risk
Spoiled until all we see is the back of eyelids