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Burger killer
Burger killer
I always loved burgers
As I was little
My parents always took me
To McDonalds for burgers
Or some domestic fast-food
Makers to get some pljeskavica
I loved that full taste
Of grilled meat
With onion and salad
And mustard and ketchup
In fresh bun
With coke or juice
Or with beer when I was older
Yummy
This weekend I was
At visit to my friend
His father has a farm
Of cows and pigs
So we went there
For some country tourism
Fresh air
Water from well
Something that makes you
Question what we are
Doin’ in cities
Chickens picking some corn
Pigs eating something something
And wiggling their tails
Cows eating grass at pasture
Some idyllic images to see
My friend’s father
Also makes sausages and
Other stuff from cow and pig meat
All the good things
That I love to eat
Just at that time
He was starting
His procedure of making
As I never saw
Something likes that
I was curious and interested
First in line was one pig
Middle sized
About 100 kg I would say
It made some terrible squeaky noise
Everything went fast
Hammer in head hit the pig
Then knife hit the pig’s throat
Too much blood
Then pig was gutted
Everything went out
Then hanged upside-down
And cut into pieces
Second was this one cow
Again same method
Even more blood
And disemboweled of parts
I get sick
I throw up
Dizzy in head
That was it
From that day I didn’t
Look at burgers with
Same eyes
Can’t eat them
Can’t even smell them
That kind of stuff
Leaves marks
And change thoughts
No more burgers for me
