A Sonnet
My mammal Meat, you inspire me to not eat.
How I hate the way you Smell after slaughter,
Invading my mind day through the night,
Always dreaming about the spoiled toxins.
You compare you to a different friend ?
You are more stale, than edible overly fry.
Cook frosty rib tips robing of Good health,
And wintertime has the animal in battleground for life.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate the Butcher’s…Knife.
Thinking of your spoiled Smells fills my days.
My hate for you is from the incredible funk.
Now my heart isn’t into your behaving
Remember vegan, vegan, vegetarianism…
