I wouldn’t do that to you
Vegans are the worst thing to happen
To animals since farming
If I say “pastoral Arcadia” can you
Picture a perfect vegan next to
A Roman god his plant-fibre muscles
Glistening with oils pecks tensing
But sometimes when I’m about to
Buy a packet of meat I think
Where it’s probably from what
Probably happened to it and I think
Whether I could’ve slit that throat
It’s not really what I want to eat unless
I’m in that kind of mood
It must’ve been easier when you hunted
The dance of the pack surrounding
A tusked hog with their sticks and stones
The ideal of the hunt is just
You and the prey
No pack no collective psychosis
Many prey would kill you if you didn’t
Have that rifle if you hadn’t castrated
Its toughest forebears
There’s no such thing as a fair fight
So I’m standing in the aisle deciding
Whether I need meat in my teeth today
Sometimes I do
Sometimes I don’t