The life of a factory farmed individual

I write this, the winter of my life; the story of my pathetic, flagrant oppressed growth, from the manmade confines that has subjected my integrity to humiliation and has reduced my emotional value to that of an inanimate commodity. The impetus of my decision in telling my story was motivated by the need to explicitly detail 21 century apathetic conduct and capitalistic immorality, both of which stand blatantly guilty for the immortalisation of callous behaviour and blowing the icy breath of exploitation. I shall start where all stories start; the beginning.