Vin Diesel

Sweatshops for croptops

Shop til you drop

What caught your eye a minute ago

Won't fit in your wardrobe tomorrow

Will it spill out into the landfill

Or end up stuck in a fish gill

Still floating around gan dabht

For a billion years or thereabouts

 

Livestock in locked boxes

It's fiver a pound down the shops

It's foul play for hens who stay

Cooped up inside all day

And lay the eggs to make the hash browns

To feed all you fucking clowns

Take the flesh and bone and fry them till they're

Crispy Golden Brown