A Poem in Honor of Vegan Sellouts and Conscious Carnivores

The Conscious Carnivore's Chant

by Rachel Hoyt

 

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I know that my resolve is not

strong enough, and it's all I've got,

so I will not become vegan.

I won't give up Green Eggs and Ham.

There's no carnage more stinky than

a once vegan who kicked the can.

I can't give up my cheese and milk.

They taste, to me, like cream and silk.

Plus, meat eat eaters let much milk spoil

and spilled milk still makes my blood boil...

Still, milk carnage stinks much less than

a once vegan who kicked the can.

I'll eat much less, but need some meat

once in a while - a diet treat.

I will seek meat that is raised with freedom

and love it to its end with a loud, "Yum."

Still, will my carnage stink any more than

a once vegan who kicked the can?

I will stand tall with the 'sellouts' who

had to give up veganism to

love things both of and on the Earth

and conquer food shame felt since birth.

For there is one thing more stinky than

a once vegan who kicked the can:

The shame bomb's swarthy, rotten smoke -

the vegan's exhaled verbal poke.

 

© 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

 

 

I read about a site that was created to shame -

call out backsliding vegans by name -

but when I tried to see it for myself

the content had gone missing from the shelf.

Directed instead to meet my meat,

I wondered who inspired them to be more discreet.

 

 

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