One of my favorite last lines of any poem EVER is from "The Secret of Poetry" by my friend and beloved teacher Jon Anderson. I wrote about him and this poem after his death a few years ago. Please read the poem if not the stuff I wrote about Jon at the beginning of the entry. It's a great poem, and it culminates with the devastating line "The secret of poetry is cruelty."
This is important because for many reasons, one of which is that whenever I read about chicken producers like Tyson, I can't help but think of a really bad line I came up with a decade or two ago: "The secret of poultry is cruelty."
It's not at all funny, because it's true: those chickens suffer cruelly.
But on the other hand, the fact that it's true is EXACTLY why it's funny.
Isn't humor strange. Isn't it just about the weirdest thing we ever invented, except maybe religion or lutefisk.