Wish I was a Vegetarian!
I wish I were a vegetarian
I'd sleep a little easier
Without dead sheep to count
Brushing my teeth, not watching out
For stray pieces of meat
I'm searching for the discipline
Excuse or motivating force
To bolster my resolve to eat
And be as I should long have been
Of flesh and guilt, absolved and free
I've visited the slaughter-house
Where brains are stunned, carcasses hung
And bled and quartered into steak
The regiments of hens, all caged, debeaked
The pigs castrated, eunuchs waiting for the end to come.
I don't care how the surplus beasts would do -
We're overpopulated here ourselves!
Just let them all run free, I guess
In case they could feel happiness
They wouldn't be deprived of it by me
It's not about them, in the end
It's all familiarity
And if grandchildren ever crowd my knee
They won't recoil and faint beside my feet:
Oh man, what were you thinking, way back then -
Killing poor creatures for their meat?
poem by Frank Bana
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Say Ten
Shes not eatin bacon, not eatin sausage
And she wont eat eggs,
Not eatin chicken, not eatin turkey,
She wont have a steak,
But I just cant help feelin sorry
For this poor little lettuce head
You know, I cant stop cryin
cause I know this broccolis dead
Vegetarian, Im not a vegetarian
Vegetarian...shes a
Poor little cow, little sheep
Little fish how can I sleep?
When carrots are bleedin
Plants are screamin and tomatoes cry
You say its not so bad
Theyre only vegetables, thats what you said
Maybe Im a murderer, but Im hungry
And theyre better off dead
Save a plant, eat a cow
I want beef, I want it now!
Im gonna eat it cause its red!
Im gonna eat it cause its dead!
Maybe I should eat it raw
Let the blood run down my jaw
Id eat people if it was legal
Id eat people if it was legal!
song performed by by Reel Big Fish
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Rare Meat.
Rare meat.
The blackbird seem to sing.
And though I spluttered
'I am vegetarian'
Rare Meat, rare meat!
And my neighbour
Talked of the importance of
'Being in harness again'
Then I realised,
The bird was much nearer to understanding
The kind of species I am!
Rare meat!
And cannon fodder for the cowboys
And manipulators,
All the same!
For my heart
Will always stray to the unheard tune.
And the song of the bird,
Comforted the taut nerves
Of a weary owl.
Who`s been round the clock,
But still does not like the carousel!
poem by Peter Vealey
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The Kool-Aid, Although Tasty...Was Never Free
Can you excuse a tendency I have,
To be direct, thoughtless and somewhat abusive?
I grew up reminded I was dysfunctionally deprived.
Although encouraged to dream,
And master the art of discipline.
I was not allowed to feel sorry for myself,
Until I got older to realize how poor we were.
But we dressed to impress and remained stylish.
And sought to be cute.
You know how 'some' kids do?
However...
I was never sold on having what I couldn't have.
My sisters and I were taught to be grateful.
And to eat a sandwich somebody first had to earn it.
So...
If it seems as if I can be direct, thoughtless
And somewhat abusive...
I have memories of earning many sandwiches.
But I didn't realize that the meat was extra.
So was the lettuce and tomato.
Mayo too!
And the kool-aid, although tasty...
Was never free.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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‘To the Slaughter-house’- A Cattle-song!
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cows all go;
We gave men milk and butter, ghee;
They want our beef now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we oxen go;
We tilled their lands and milled oil-seeds;
They want our hide now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we sheep all go;
We grazed their meadows, eating grass;
They want our mutton now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cattle go;
We served mankind as God said so;
Selfish men want our flesh now;
We’ve no other go.
To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we animals go;
Jostled, huddled, unfed, crowded;
Men want our lives now;
This is our last ride, we all know;
We’ve no other go.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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For Molly, Concerning God
Is God the one who eats the meat
off the bones of dead people?
-Molly Miranda Jong-Fast, age 3 1/2
God is the one,
Molly,
whether we call him
Him,
or Her,
treeform or spewing
volcano,
Vesuvius or vulva,
penis-rock,
or reindeer-on-cave-wall,
God is the one
who eats
our meat,
Molly,
& we yield
our meat
up willingly.
Meat is our
element,
meat is our
lesson.
When our bodies fill
with each other,
when our blood swells
in our organs
aching for another,
body of meat,
heart of meat,
soul of meat,
we are only doing
what God wants
us to—
meat joining meat
to become insubstantial air,
meat fusing
with meat
to make
a small wonder
like you.
The wonder of you
is that you push
our questions
along into
the future—
so that I know
again
the wonder of meat
through you,
the wonder of meat
turning to philosophy,
the wonder of meat
transubstantiated
into poetry,
the wonder of
sky-blue meat
in your roundest eyes,
the wonder of
dawn-colored meat
in your cheeks & palms,
the wonder of meat
becoming
air.
You
are my theorem,
my proof,
my meaty metaphysics,
my little questioner,
my small Socrates
of the nursery-schoolyard.
To think that
such wonder
can come from meat!
Well then,
if God is hungry—
let Him eat,
let Her eat.
poem by Erica Jong
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Tabloid Pigs
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
Tomorrows chip-papers looking thin
The hacks and waiting to be hacked
Front page headline ‘Karma wins’
The corrupt uncaring vices you undertook
On which you built your little empire
Is now falling apart around your feet
You have no friends left in this town
Now after every story you ran
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
Come answer to your crimes
Stand, be counted for what you’ve done
In the public interest I do believe
Is what you have always said
You were not journalists or news reporters
Just vile little piggy’s snorting around
In the dirt for what you could sell
Regardless of crime or consequence
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
The time has come, last edition
poem by Matthew Holloway
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One-Off (Xmas Turkey)
I ate meat
After nearly two whole years
A whole plate of Christmas turkey meat
Brown and white
Free Range
Next day my body just rebelled
Felt like a post-war zone
A wounded combatant
Consuming itself
Flesh eating fowl eating flesh
An animal
A cannibal
This must be
How all carnivores feel
Unknowingly
poem by Frank Bana
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Meat And Potato Man
meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what i am,
A meat and potato man
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Meat & Potato Man
Meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what I am,
A meat and potato man
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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I've been a vegetarian for so long, I forgot how much I missed meat. You know you don't realize how important meat is to you until you don't have it for long time.
quote by Brittany Daniel
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Hunger is a fine sauce
Nature intended me to be
an omnivore: That’s what I am.
I will make no apology
because I enjoy beef and lamb.
Though others may have different views.
I find no cause for argument
if they enjoy their meatless stews.
A vegetarian precedent.
I do as nature bids me to
I eat what is available
and feel no guilt because I do.
Eat meat and fish and vegetables.
We have no choice we have to eat
I see no fault in eating meat.
30-Dec-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Murder
Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,
Blood on his broken teeth and on his hands,
Blood on his nails and on his purple feet.
With hollow voice he speaks, and sick'ning breath,
'A way there is, that only way is death!….
The dead will rise no more,-the dead are dead!
The spared will creep behind the sparer's back,
And breathe their plots and stab. The dead are dead!
And lie along the safe triumphal track.
The young-eyed babe, will lisp it's little tales.
The loving girl will slay her main in bed
Kissing his savage mouth, the victor fails
At Mercy's seat. The dead are safely dead'.
poem by Leon Gellert
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One Meat Ball
(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Waiting To Be Eaten
I remember going with my mother
to the butcher
in the days when the naked carcasses
hung on hooks in the front of the shop
for all the customers to see
not hidden like a secret nobody must know.
The blood from the meat
slowly dripping onto the wood shavings below
filling my nostrils with a sickly-sweet scent
that made me sneeze
that made me feel sick
but also excited me somehow.
And how like headless, limbless
torsos the carcasses looked
so that I could imagine myself
hanging there
headless, limbless
waiting to be eaten.
poem by Gillian Commerford
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You Hung Me
It's dead, it'd dead you killed it all
you fucked me over, you watched me fall
the life you sucked right out of me
dead you hung me from tree.
My blood spills out onto the ground
it screams, it cries without a sound
there is no victory here for me
dead you hung me from a tree.
You can run but you can't hide
you'll try to say it's suicide
torn apart for all to see
dead you hung me from a tree.
I'll prove to you your world is wrong
your power has gone on way to long
watch my body swing so free
dead you hung me from a tree.
Free from you I find my peace
in a grave that's six feet deep
the cage unlocked, I found the key
dead you hung me from a tree.
poem by CJA Anderson
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The woman I am currently crazy about was a vegetarian for a year until I started dating her. As is the case with most vegetarians, she had never eaten properly prepared meat, only commercially packaged or otherwise abused flesh.
quote by Steve Albini
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Petrified lamb
The petrified lamb shivered
It wailed in vain
Searching for the herd
He was separated from
But no one was in sight
The poor animal cried all night
The biting cold was hurting him
Tied to a pole near a ramshackle
Meat shop he felt lonely
He was sold to a butcher
By the villager who always
Used to fondle him while grazing
How could he be so cruel
Thought the poor lamb
Even before the butcher came
Customers reached the shop
To buy fresh stock of meat
The poor animal felt
Someone would rescue him
From this precarious predicament
Not knowing the fate in store for him
The butcher came with his son in tow
Sharpened the knife
On a block of stone
Held the poor lamb to the ground
And slit its throat
Fountain of blood
Was on the floor
The lamb struggled
Before lying dead on the ground
Skinned, cleaned and hung
Upside down
Ready for buyers to select
The portions that they
Liked to buy
What a horrible scene
Repeated every day
On poor mute creatures
Who like us
Would like to live
poem by Vijay Menon
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Cafe Of Dreams
welcome to the cafe
the cafe of dreams
the cattle stand dry
dry of mouth parched
awaiting their slaughter
so that a tired worker
may enjoy a good steak
meat pie or sausages
ground meat salt herbs spices
fried lovingly in your frying pan
not young mince meat dying
politic rhetoric in Afghanistan
slaugherhouse cafe is open
not only for teenagers who
dine 'Café des Abbatoirs'
die daily like passing cattle
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There's Just As Much Life In A Salad
Veggies and Vegans say it's not cool,
They claim it's a murderous act,
If you eat any meat you must be a fool,
Is that nonsense or is it a fact.
Animals kill others that is true,
They must if they're to survive,
Humans eat meat like they do,
It's one method of staying alive.
Others eat grass, vegetables or hay,
True life forms every one,
We all need a feed from day to day,
When all is said and done.
That is life it's natures way,
Till vegans and veggies came along
These people feel the need to say,
That what we're doing is wrong.
We don't tell them what to eat,
So why do they tell us,
There's nothing wrong with eating meat,
So what is all the fuss.
They say that it's just so inhumane,
It's the taking of a life,
In their efforts they won't wane,
They just love to give us strife.
Some of them eat chicken and fish,
Both of them living things,
Like steak they make a lovely dish,
Yet still no alarm bell rings.
Others say it's a henious deed,
Killing animals for food,
Vegetables live but they don't take heed,
It's their insulated minds they delude.
Plants, fruits and vegetables come and go,
They're born and then they grow old,
Just like us they live and grow,
They're a part of life's great fold.
What gives veggies the right to dictate?
Don't plants have any rights,
Is it just because it's meat they hate?
They have us in their sights.
We are murderers they'd have you believe,
While they devour poor plants,
Truth is it's themselves they deceive,
With their hypocritical rants.
Plants like animals can't refuse,
None of them have a voice,
We eat to survive we do not abuse,
How we do that should be our own choice.
Killing year old lambs for Sunday lunch,
Are the actions of bloody louts,
I would counter that, now here's the crunch,
What about those poor baby sprouts.
The next time we're sitting down to our steak,
To all veggies we'll sing you a ballad,
The content will read that your argument's fake,
‘' There's Just As Much Life In A Salad ‘'
Excuse Me Mr.
Oh Im like a beggar with no luck
Im holding signs up
On your streetcorner stops
Like most you try not to see me
Stare straight ahead
Ignore the responsibility
Excuse me... excuse me mr.
Well Ive been waiting in line
And Id like to buy some of your time
Im very anxious, eager, willing
Whats your billing? (anxious eager willing)
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you too long
All I need is a little of your time
Oh for most love comes for free
They dont pay the high cost
Of mental custody
Ill pay bail for a guarantee
Make space for me
In the time yet to be
Excuse me... excuse me mr.
Well Ive been waiting in line
And Id like to buy some of your time
Ive been saving up my life,
Whats your price? (saving up my life)
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you way too long boy
All I need is a little of your time
What should I do
Im about to crack
And theres a force
That comes over me
Its almost as if
Im tied to the tracks
Im waiting for him
To rescue me
The funny thing is
Hes not going to come
Hes not going to find me
This is a matter of fact
The desire you lack
This is the way I guess it has to be...
A little of your time
I need a little of your time
Please, a little of your time yeah
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you way too long boy
All I need is a little of your time
Ooh Im in line to buy time
Im in line to buy time
Im in line to
Im in line to
Excuse me
Well Ive been waiting in line
Excuse me
Excuse me mr.
song performed by by No Doubt
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