I try not to be an angry vegan,
I’m treading on eggshells you know,
So as not to upset fragile meaties,
And milkies and egg-lovers too.
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The reason I ask them so gently,
To please stop paying for death,
Is because they say they won’t listen,
If I offend them by telling the truth.
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And so while I tiptoe on eggshells,
They continue to breed and to kill,
The gentle, magnificent, blameless beasts,
Helpless slaves to the gluttonous will.
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Well I am an angry vegan!
I feel fury and heartbreak and rage!
You hurt them, you break them, you kill them!
When you pay for their parts with your wage.
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There is no excuse, you are heartless,
And I’m tired of pretending otherwise.
You hurt them and kill them for pleasure,
For your tastebuds’ habitual vice.
Cheese is dumb
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Yes indeed 🙂
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Your rage and sadness comes through in your words. Very well written.
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Thank you so much
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Not to mention all the habitats stolen and ravaged. If you’re not angry you’re numb, and if you’re not exerting pressure you’re part of the problem. Good poem!
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Thanks Lee
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one nore meaty subject well put in poetical style. Areal treat to visualise the imagination touching great heights.
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Thanks Brij
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all the best
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