Sonnet I
by Raybear
Let me not dwell on those poor fowls' fate,
A stumbled life 'neath conveyor belts;
Nor think of global ways to innovate
Veggie diets that prevent polar ice cap melts.
My mind rests not on Christian teens
In polo shirt and peanut oil soaked
skin, from cleaning out the fryer screens --
their farm-raised job forced by us dopes.
O! I am plagued anyway by these thoughts
My conscience instructs my stomach to behave
Until the caravan arrives in the lot
And I abandon my friends with nary a wave.
The hot crunch of the coating is tasted
And tears roll down my face, elated.
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Date: 2008-04-16 11:44 pm (UTC)Also, you totally cemented my decision to get Chick-fil-A drive-thru for dinner.
This is great! Thank you for taking on my challenge with such focus and purpose! xoxo
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Date: 2008-04-17 12:04 am (UTC)xo
Beautiful...
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