Lower Order (A Good Laugh)

My first hunting trip was quite eventful
 I must've been about five or six
 An essential rite of passage
 For those consigned here with a dick
 Shot size five was recommended for
 A clean efficient kill
 They laughed as I cried
 And stroked his blood-soaked iridescent quills
 Don't recall just how I got there
 To the hatchery I mean
 Stumbled through the bush on a field trip
 And there it stood in front of me
 I stooped down upon the concrete pad
 To verify what I was seeing
 The aftermath of stomping boots
 Upon hundreds of tiny, helpless beings
 Hello despair and booze-fueled rage
 How do you do, my gilded cage?
 Stupid chick on the conveyor belt
 Staring at her severed foot
 Stupid pig despairing at the sight
 Of his companion on a hook
 You ever see that stupid cow chasing the truck
 That drove off with her calf?
 Stupid lower order always good, good for a good laugh
 Debarked
 Declawed
 Defanged
 Dehorned
 Wings clipped
 Toes cut
 Branded
 Teeth pulled
 Farewell despair and booze-fueled rage
 How do you do, soon-to-be-emptied cage?