I Am a Very Sensitive Man

i am a very sensitive man live in the horror of restaurants those with those long salad bars the celery are mostly quiet it is the tomatoes that moan the loudest broccoli screams tempest across the room carrots bear the misery best exists in a shredded mess Vidalia onions chorus with the red survival that aromas sweetly from table to table watching lettuce and cabbage disappear down the throats above the silent ears that cannot hear the cries of death coming from the now silent salad bar i stare down at the steak solely upon my plate and ruminate do vegetarian humans taste like chicken OKC 1/23