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Taken from vaaga , an amazing and beautiful man I may get to photograph one day. He wrote these poignant words himself.
Animals have no holiday
Hello to you human, you poor savage beast.
I thought I'd write you before your big feast.
Though I'm not here, I'm now dead and gone,
You may have know me once as fillet mignon.
I'm writing you now, soon you'll see why,
I'm telling you how I'll make you die.
It's lengthy and painful, slow and expensive,
your list of maladies will be extensive.
Oh, how you love it when you wine and you dine,
on me and my friends of bovine and swine.
We bother no one yet are tortured 'til death,
When you merely could've had veggies instead.
So here in your colon we sit and we rot,
clog up your arteries til your heart slows and stops
Payback's a bitch, we laugh as you suffer,
For choosing your gut over the life of another.
Wishbone
I'm the only one left, I'm truly the last
I'll be made into dinner to feed your fat ass.
Take heed my poor human my sights are on you,
my bone might get lodged and make you turn blue.
While you frantically struggle, I pity you not.
you blew all your chances, so many you got.
You could've passed up a meal on my rotisseried corpse,
now your friends scream as they squeeze you with force.
I've got you my human, you're now just like me.
So here, by your feast, maybe now you will see.
Die I did not because I was old,
I knew what was coming the day I was sold.
Die I did not for you or your gut,
my heart filled with pain as I got on the truck.
I had no choice, for the choices you made,
Die I did not, for thanksgiving day.
Animals have no holiday
Hello to you human, you poor savage beast.
I thought I'd write you before your big feast.
Though I'm not here, I'm now dead and gone,
You may have know me once as fillet mignon.
I'm writing you now, soon you'll see why,
I'm telling you how I'll make you die.
It's lengthy and painful, slow and expensive,
your list of maladies will be extensive.
Oh, how you love it when you wine and you dine,
on me and my friends of bovine and swine.
We bother no one yet are tortured 'til death,
When you merely could've had veggies instead.
So here in your colon we sit and we rot,
clog up your arteries til your heart slows and stops
Payback's a bitch, we laugh as you suffer,
For choosing your gut over the life of another.
Wishbone
I'm the only one left, I'm truly the last
I'll be made into dinner to feed your fat ass.
Take heed my poor human my sights are on you,
my bone might get lodged and make you turn blue.
While you frantically struggle, I pity you not.
you blew all your chances, so many you got.
You could've passed up a meal on my rotisseried corpse,
now your friends scream as they squeeze you with force.
I've got you my human, you're now just like me.
So here, by your feast, maybe now you will see.
Die I did not because I was old,
I knew what was coming the day I was sold.
Die I did not for you or your gut,
my heart filled with pain as I got on the truck.
I had no choice, for the choices you made,
Die I did not, for thanksgiving day.