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Lakes of black and white and green
But at the end of the field stood a colossal machine
With cogs, and cables and teeth like a snake
The cattle were oblivious to what was at steak
Just standing and staring at each other, repeat
These pieces of livestock or pets or meat.
We rounded one up and walked it through, wince
He walked out again, half cow, half mince
Like sheep, others followed into this machine
Some rolled out beefsteak, some still pristine
A couple more through, but soon came disaster
As pieces of metal flew into the master
The cattle combine, not like the harvester
And start to feed from the back of the master
The bovine take over and try to overrule
But the machine destructs and wipes out us all.
> "The cattle were oblivious to what was at steak"
This is one of the best lines on poetry I have ever read.
But I don't read much poetry.
H** off.
I concur. A stroke of pure brilliance indeed.
Genius.
Marry me, hat.
Lakes of black and white and green
But at the end of the field stood a colossal machine
With cogs, and cables and teeth like a snake
The cattle were oblivious to what was at steak
Just standing and staring at each other, repeat
These pieces of livestock or pets or meat.
We rounded one up and walked it through, wince
He walked out again, half cow, half mince
Like sheep, others followed into this machine
Some rolled out beefsteak, some still pristine
A couple more through, but soon came disaster
As pieces of metal flew into the master
The cattle combine, not like the harvester
And start to feed from the back of the master
The bovine take over and try to overrule
But the machine destructs and wipes out us all.