presenting a unique challenge
knife in hand; ready
the gruesome task starts
little bits of fat cling to the knife
and the cutting board
slimy with pork residue
somewhere a pig died so that
some man can have bacon on his salad
or a woman
i slice through the block
bacon ends and bits
it says
on the box
the meat slices fine
but as we all know
bacon is mostly fat
which resists the knife
with a tenacity that should
be reserved for cockroaches
the pig
born, raised, fed.
it's only purpose in life to satisfy our cravings
cravings for meat, carnivorous as we are
the pig
small stature
smaller brains
eats, sleeps, dies
later; two boxes of chicken breasts before me
objective: fajita meat, and salad toppings
i dig my hands in
slime
chicken water
chicken
meat
each two are attached on one side
as if the breasts were sheared whole off of a chicken
leaving them attached in the middle
where the back would have been
one box later:
piles of fat, grossness, ends go in the trash
i tried gloves, but i couldn't grip
hands are greasy greasy greasy
fajita meat is almost done
damn fajitas
i doubt i will ever order one ever again
slicing, slicing, slicing
chicken meat is still slimy as all hell
i think about the chicken
like the pig
small stature
smaller brains
much smaller then the pig
eat, shit, sleep, die.
disgusting creatures
i eat them
and feel no remorse
i am not, without a doubt, a vegetarian.
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