call me a carnivore, call me a bum
but everything is yum yum yum
my shoes are scuffed and my suit is not neat
but everybody needs something to eat
as earthly creatures walk through dust
and to survive do what they must
to get the energy to move their feet
some are eaten that others may eat
oh how my senses quicken
at the thought of deep fried chicken
and how my soul doth quake
at the dream of a thick steak
o vegetarians so solemn
i just take’em as i swallow’em
and prelapsarians so stern
please let me take my turn
with philosophers and fools
at the banquet of molecules
some called living, and some not
some ice cold, some piping hot
i shove them down my throat
with a half-remembered quote
from a suave gourmet who stated
that all to be devoured are fated
the universe is one big mouth
draining its glass from north to south
chewing itself from east to west
without rest
so let the hot sauce burn
for some day your own turn
at the celestial barbecue
will come due
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