It’s What’s for Dinner

There are somethings that just are

Like the yellow haze you see

Southwest of Bakersfield as

You travel up the I5

Just over the horizon

Before you are hit by the

Euphemism and sadness

Of the cows crammed into lots

Standing in the muck of their

Own stale urine and feces

Awaiting beef processing.

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