See One than Be One

I am a purple cow upon a hill.
I stand amid the grass feeling lazy,
Happy to be a beast getting my fill
Grazing on a white and yellow daisy.

Here, I appear to live without a goal,
a mindless drift, like clouds on the blue sky,
Violet bovine, posed atop a knoll,
Content to be, while the pink days go by.

The evidence of my special breeding
Is not, as you might think, my fancy hide.
No, friend, it is the corpus that I'm feeding,
The marbled, crimson meat I am inside.

A tasty steak is what I'm meant to be.
Enjoy my tender flesh. Kill and eat me!


( Why )