Nine months ago I hadn’t eaten meat for twenty years,
Then something shifted deep inside I suddenly changed gears.
Perhaps back then, in fluffy times, being veg was well and good,
When saving earth was in theory something that you should,
But “should” is gone, it’s out the door, replaced by “shall” and “must”,
No more time to “have a dream”, it’s do or die or bust,
When theory shifts to pratice, keep your both feet on the ground,
Cuz only them that walks the walk will still be standing round,
Times are harder, meaner, with no button to “refresh”,
So me I’m changing stances, and gone back to ripping flesh.
Flesh is best
as a chicken breast?
I’m still trying to figure out a clever way to trick myself into eating more vegetables.
Meat is murder.
Yeah,I used to think meat was murder and harming,
I’ve changed my mind,
Now it’s just farming.
Sweet, delicious murder.