Poems and Essays
Ruminations of an Angry Cow
Dinner Plate Refugees
Happy Cows?! Humanely Raised Hens?!
Have you been hitting grandpa’s liquor again?
It Wasn’t Humane to Start With
I looked up the word “humane”
in your dictionary and, holy shit,
you are not going to believe
how wonderful it sounds
What Exactly Did You Think Old MacDonald Did With Those Cows?
Old MacDonald
killed my family
So Much Happiness It Kills You
With happy castration,
how we frolic away
while elastic bands squeeze our nuts
waiting for eventual decay
Chick-fil-A Can Kiss My Furry Ass
Crudely drawn, without my consent,
holding a sign for your advertisement