I offered a cattle cow depression medication, but it told me no

because a cow who can speak English
doesn’t want to live
and I don’t blame him,
so I took my own depression medication
and wore my sunglasses
to his funeral at the processing plant,
so that the hamburgers wouldn’t see me cry

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