[An Address To The Casual Consumer of Flesh] A poem I have recently authored

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Dear Pals,

 

A warning to those who eat meat (not bloody likely in this group, I

am quite aware): you may find this to be offensive. This is not an

apology, it is simply a warning, moreover, this work is not to be

taken literally, rather it should be interpreted as an earnest

expression of fury, a vehicle through which I achieved some degree of

catharsis. I authored this vituperative piece of text yesterday

morning in my college's cafeteria, whereupon I found myself somewhat

disgruntled, and expressed my frustration through the written word.

I later refined it into the marvelous form you see before you.

Without any further ado, I present to you lucky recipients, my latest

poetic work.

 

An Address To The Casual Consumer of Flesh

 

By His Divine Grace Rev. Uncle Neil " Loveseat " Banana Head

 

 

It is to be expressly understood that thou art hereby implicat'd for

thy scurrilous collusion, in which thou hast participated in a

holocaust

 

Thou art surely deserving of thy execretion

 

In thy breakfast there is complicity

 

In thy lunch there is complicity

 

In thy supper there is complicity

 

In thy ventures to the restaurant there is complicity

 

In thy grocery shopping trips there is complicity

 

Mayest thou be struck down from thy usurp'd throne with plagues of e-

coli and salmonella

 

Mayest thou exist in a world of wire mesh encrusted with blood and

feces

 

Mayest the sinews of thy flesh be made to serve the purposes of those

who would use it to serve their own ends, flay'd and expos'd as they

see fit

 

Mayest thou live in a state of perpetual moribundity

 

As of now, thou art mere chattel

 

Suffer thy progeny to the veal crates

 

Suffer thou to remain forevermore fetter'd, with nary enough room to

turn round

 

Make amends whilst thou still can. . .

 

In thy soft, tender, corpulent form there is an exploitable fragility

 

Thy body, and the bodies of thy kin could well be made to serve the

purposes of those who would sate their desires upon thy flesh

 

Thou could most certainly be made to spend the remainder of thy days

behind bars

 

Behind wire fences

 

Behind wooden slats

 

Behind barbed wire

 

Within battery cages

 

Within gestation stalls

 

Within " rape racks "

 

Thy corpse shall be made to fit our every purpose

 

Soap shall be wrought of thy flesh

 

Garments shall be wrought of thy flesh

 

candles shall be wrought of thy flesh

 

The corpses of thy kin shall be manifold, piled as high as the

heavens and lain out in lengths as long as the rivers

 

Make amends whilst thou still can. . .