Why Am I a Vegetarian?
I saw my doting mom, approach
with a plate of vomit and fried cockroach,
saying, "Eat this with buzzard dong,
and you'll grow up to be big and strong.
Eat your spam parmesan, a la mode
and salamander nematode,
your casserole of braised rat butts,
sprinkled lightly with scrambled guts.
Tell me - would you be predisposed
if it were slightly decomposed?
How about some lukewarm carrion?"
That's why I'm a vegetarian.
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