I’m in a plastic cup
Others like me around
A feeling to be bound
Dead bodies on the ground
Sometimes I trt to climb
The smooth slippery walls
But I Always fall down

If I stay here I’m trapped
Watered, afraid and fed
But if they set me free
It’s my turn to be killed
And if I ever success running
I’d die slowly

That’s why everyday I don’t know
If I should hope to be the chosen one

But I’m not going to swear
I’d never could complain
That’s what I was made for
I’m mass produced in stocks
Because I’m just live food
And I’m programmed to forage
Other animals