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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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
By Lindsey Altom6 days ago in Fiction
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.