BEAST PAGE THREE MURDEROUS MILK COW
Squashing Croatian farmers, gentle hands, green pastures
and incessant milking.
McDonalds, Burger King, Con-Agra, Dell computers, wallowing
in my own filth and incessant milking.
I Became THE BEAST PAGE THREE Murderous Cow: I was fed-up,
you know! God damned bipeds think they own the fucking planet.
I just snapped I guess. I donít know what came over me.
I went completely blank and when I came toÖI saw him, poor
Cadjavacki, the man who had milked me low these many years
lying under me, crushed by my weight, no longer breathing.
He looked so peaceful; like he was sleeping.
Plans: Well itís pretty obvious, isnít it? Theyíre going
to do me in. Thatís what theyíve wanted for some time now;
I can see it in their beady little eyes. A cow can only
slip up once like this and thatís it, lights out, grade
A ground chuck. Hopefully, my hide will become Prada; can
you imagine? How chic!
Iíd Like to be Remembered: As a cow that just didnít
give a fuck, a cow that was pushed too far, a cow that,
oh god who am I kidding? I slipped! It was an accident!