"Where do you
get your protein from?" they ask,
dopey faces confused.
Carcass meat dangling from their greasy
lips, expressions bemused.
They can't fathom why you've made the
transition.
Firing questions at you like the Spanish
Inquisition."If
we weren't supposed to eat animals, why
are they made of meat?!"
Well so are humans so would you like
chips to go with your feet?!
"So, what do you eat?" Nothing,
I go without food 24 hours a day.
I'm a miracle of modern science, a
medical freak in every way.
Sometimes I nibble
on shoots and leaves I forage on berries
in fields.
Skipping gaily and eating whatever
glorious Mother Nature yields
I hug trees at Stonehenge, sing folk
songs without a care.
Make beaded African jewellery and never
wash my hair.
I don't wear
leather so it's Jesus sandals all the way.
I've had these crusty dreadlocks in since
last May.
When putting food in your mouth would you
enjoy a grilling too?
Can I turn that meddling self-righteousness
back round on you?
Where do you get
your fibre from, was there any in that
Chicken Shish?
How much Vitamin C was in that greasy
Asda quiche?
Did that bottle of Lambrini contain one
of your five a day?
So stop obsessing hun cos I get my daily
nutrients okay?
Go into a
supermarket how much of it is occupied by
meat and dairy?
If you think there's other food out there
you're away with the fairies.
Open your eyes wise up to old wives'
tales and superstition.
Do I look like a Somalian orphan rife
with malnutrition?
Some say "I
went Vegan once, but got ill so had to
knock it on the head"
What the hell did you live on french
fries and bread?!
So instead of asking me where I get my
protein from.
Ask yourself where you got to be so
inherently dumb!
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