Ode to the Vegetarian

Once, screaming, squealing

Undead meat on my plate.

Red, raw, rump.

I was young

Moo ... Cockadoodle doo ...

She put out with pasts,

Writhing, wriggling

Sniffing vaginas and chewing boots

My dog enjoyed it too.

I sprinkled beef and blood on this parmesan plate

Of dried vomit

Today,

'I hear your complaints, but also the noise of your destruction,

Lentil Head', a man says.

Grainy, rainy, grain ...

A doctor's recipe.

'Pasta and chick pea surprise,

Mmm ... Delicious I say

I eat.

Slide, slippery, sluggish, sloth

My mouth belly dances in the oil from the grate.

I stuff strips of something into my ..

But wait no stop! - There's oil,

There is oil.

'This is not a vegetarian lubricant', I scream.

Too late,

I've engorged, I explode ...

I cover all with my intestinal delight and annoying speeches about

The R.S.P.C.A.

It falls on empty plates and ears.

Someone's jelly giggles.

I sit down.

I stare at my insides on the table, and then at the waitresses glands

And I remember.

Once,

Lovingly, but without affection, 'Pig'

The ham, the meat,

The hot beef injection ...

And I settle for sex instead.