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 MeatMy friends have all gone vegan,gluten- free, no GMO’sbut I feed my addictionwith those hint of lime TostitosThey all eat kale and quinoa,whatever the fuck that isbut me I want some onion rings,and gimme gooey cheez whizBut the thing that I like best of all is meat, yeah I said it, meatThe only trouble is there’s just not enough of it to eatFlesh from cows and pigs and chickens is all I ever seeThere’s a whole wide world of animals,Just waiting for a fricaseeYeah, I love tritips, breasts and thighsI like my burgers rare and thickCan sink my teeth into a pork chopEnjoy that corn dog on a stickBut I’m tired of the same old thingI want something new to masticateAn emu, or a leopardPut a panda on my plateLet me deep fry up a dingoAdd a lemur to my stewAnd on my shishkabobI’d like a meerkat, maybe twoYeah the thing that I like best of all is meat, I said it , meat