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my dinner
tonight
(and my breakfast
and my lunch)
once more
is no more
than a bastardised
tofu mannequin
a bean curd dummy
the rest of my tribe
gets to dine
on choice cuts
of some really nice people
and all i get
is a paste made of nuts
when what i really want
is maybe some ones guts?
but no
i’m a vego
these soy bean patties
really give me the shits
both literally
and figuratively
the worst is the nights
spent next to my wife
when i can i smell the missing neighbours
on her breathe
but no
i’m a vego…
but i’m a cannibal
like the bloke in that movie;
yeah, Hannibal
i eat roots and leaves
…no animals
this is my dilemma
not a parable
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (4)
This was both hilarious and creepy; smelling your neighbour's on your wife's breath, ahhhhh! I'll take soybean flatulence over that one any day, lol! really good stuff!
This guy needs to address his sense of identity.
Hahahahhahahahhaha I'm a vegetarian but have always been fascinated with cannibalism! Loved your poem!
This shouldn't have made me laugh. But it did 😁 I love the picture with it as well.