September 10, 2013 A Politically Incorrect Poem

So I was in the butcher shop the other day and both amused and horrified myself with the thought:  I am tired of the same old meat.  Thus the inspiration for this poem/punk song.  With a nod to Jonathan Swift.  To all my vegan/ish friends:  please forgive me this silliness and I hope it does not offend you.  I admire your values greatly in this regard, and find myself woefully lacking, hence the self-mockery.

The Politically Incorrect Paean to Meat

My friends have all gone vegan,

gluten- free, no GMO’s

but I feed my addiction

with those hint of lime Tostitos

They all eat kale and quinoa,

whatever the fuck that is

but me I want some onion rings,  

and gimme gooey cheez whiz

         But the thing that I like best of all is meat, yeah I said it, meat

         The only trouble is there’s just not enough of it to eat

         Flesh from cows and pigs and chickens is all I ever see

         There’s a whole wide world of animals,

         Just waiting for a fricasee

Yeah, I love tritips, breasts and thighs

I like my burgers rare and thick

Can sink my teeth into a pork chop

Enjoy that corn dog on a stick

But I’m tired of the same old thing

I want something new to masticate

An emu, or a leopard

Put a panda on my plate

Let me deep fry up a dingo

Add a lemur to my stew

And on my shishkabob

I’d like a meerkat, maybe two

       Yeah the thing that I like best of all is meat, I said it , meat