To Be

To be and not to be. My respect for life is profound I try to become a vegetarian, but when I visited a restaurant it was wildly expensive, mind, it looked posh with livered waiters and haughty diners. Ate soup and a glass of water what I’m looking for a place that doesn’t charge the earth for carrots and beans even when artistically served. I don’t ask for much, just a platter of greens that taste almost as good as goat chops with salad. I bought something at a vegan shop it looked like meat fried it tasted artificial but ate it all since I have no dog and hate to waste food. In the evening I eat boiled cabbage with Portuguese smoked sausages, to give the soup zing. So, when not swatting flies, I’m respectful of life.