Wait. You said I was silly

You went on and on about protein

You said God gave you animals to eat

The picture he painted 

sure was rosy

when he sang his little song 

Your horns will be cut off because "oops," God didn't mean for you to have those.

Our babies’ milk is taken from us

Until it slows, then the knife

I looked up the word “humane”

in your dictionary and, holy shit, 

you are not going to believe

how wonderful it sounds

My screams

are the only things

that will escape today

If they sounded to us like lions

or elephants or seals,

we could call them unintelligent,

never hearing their appeals

Two slices of death

from the bleeding remains

of the mothers whose babies

we ground into veal

All plants have protein

Every single fucking one!!

Our packaging is stale,

out of touch,

old school,

reeking of 1990s

“I need meat to eat,

that is perfectly clear,

I have canine teeth”

Just like the deer

“Isn’t this fun?” 

the father says to his son

That is, if your way

is ground muscle tissue,

capillaries and blood,

Someone once told me, and I never forget,

that I need meat for protein. Well… shit!

Old MacDonald

killed my family

We invented the wheel, sliced bread, chairs that fold,

and a way to tell who was calling before we answered the phone 

Pointless political pageantry

where our blood-thirsty "saviors"

will still fully savor the flesh

of finely roasted death

No cow committed suicide

simply because you looked hungry

and you don’t care for squash

You didn’t turn the pages hoping Wilbur,

despite Charlotte’s best intentions,

would still lie sliced upon Zuckerman’s plate

your hope that they lived a happy life,

before you wished them dead,

does not offer them comfort