"vegetarians" poems
1.
Nymphomaniac-addicts,
Overweight bisexual vegetarians
Climbing trees to stay fit
and eating 80’s fried chicken *******
2.
just imagine
Aquarians full of class valedictorians
Swimming on display for graduation ceremony…
reverse-symbolism of how Moolch drowned His *****
3.
Better yet, just imagine
Holy wars,
Beautiful words written to describe the burning pains
Of holocaust...the Kristallnacht nights
Under the mistletoe,
Watching Hall of fame ball hawks on pivot toes
Driving through hoes
After the whistle blows
4
College Literacy classes teaching basic:
Ideas that good questions leads to good answers,
Reading reminders
Free association conceptual constructions
5.
But ************ professor:
free association **** shticks
misfires, false alarms
are all art, too,
Like sticking a dagger into an apple,
Not the edible, but the technology.
6.
Go head, deconstruct the philosophy
Of oral cute-tification,
according to the Tautology of Leviticus,
With the same three half truths, pogroms
against biological deviant... FLAGS!
7.
Cryptic gospels of a ************
Where three F.F.F’s
Stands for six six six
Like how 1mg of juxtaposition
And a dose of metamorphosis
is the repertoire of a king of curmudgeon
‘cause even the Holy Ghost
drinks from the cup of Christ’s blood.
8.
Reading,
Self-flagellation gospel-manual of Pope John Paul II,
At shrink sessions under the daze of heron Piper methysticum blunts
With sweet phat butts like lit lickerish that droop eyes
Like the psalm of Valeriana officinalis root extract.
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 12:46 PM UTC
They've been working on this for years
Inside the government
To try a replace the brain of man
With that of a purple eggplant
This idea to me sounds genius
If you know what it is that I mean
People round here might start making sense
Pass the veggies if you please
They called all the top notched scientists
And vegetarians throughout the land
To see what would be the best variety
In this eggplant transplant experiment
They settled on the aubergine
Great Brittan's joy and pride
When it comes to the perfect eggplant
Those Limey's will not be denied
They were afraid if they went to the private sector
That person would surely be missed
So they grabbed someone unsuspecting
Inside of the government
They told the low level employee
A bit of truth mixed with a little white lie
They needed him for his vast understanding and knowledge
Plus they'd be serving cookies on the side
They added a little something to the cookie dough
That knocked the governmental genius to his knees
Plopped him down on the gurney
...Let the experiment proceed if you please
They cracked his skull wide open
Where upon they couldn't believe their eyes
Right there inside of his cranium
Already an eggplant did reside
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
***** feet
***** of them ache
they're dry
all dried out, moisture to face and digestive tract make little difference
but comfort a little sort of; maybe
subdue to replenishing
skip the pain with a drink fucken, fucken drink fucken
dust lingers in the brain, it swirls
a cloud of ground envelops the shape of u
u become covered
u have a layer,
salty,
and dry
and 'organic'
(surely bio (though im not sure what is or why are))
full city boy, suburban boy, not particularly gritty boy
along side hippies
and volunteers all tripppy
and unwashed, and un plastic
yet forcefully hemped
drunk of micro beer
and burnt brown and blotchy red
and wire-y
and dry
and matted
as if nothing really matters except for principles
misguided and randomly enforced
feel like a husk; peanut shell
insides swallowed by the mouth of the party embodied
a monsterous sweaty man tanned and thickly bearded
and beered
fat dreads fall around and surround u; a forest of hair
a circle encroaching of fuzzy pillars in fibres
entrapped inside them; feel their lingering time matted hold
a wealth of effort to become unkempt; they are bars
they are walls
and the FACE!
……………………… ………………………………… oh
looming down, wafts of armpit vapour cloud; a looming puft that surrounds
engorged by the scent as it circles u, the mouth that lowered onto u
chews u and spills bits of u
chomp chomp
protein for vegetarians; u; ur rigour ur vigour ur guts
eaten in a flurry of chomps and slurps and it crunches
and it grates
like the rocks on the ***** of ur feet it grates
u are digested
and reused
as they would like
but for them; for a collective u dived into
for fun
2 days to peddle ur wares
to progress ( admittedly through some days of regression…)
for all humans, and Humans; for fun
on monday we will repent
for the damages waged on the inside of the body
and the outsides too
for some gain
i guess on this which we settle
for always for display for fun
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
Things Fall Apart
(Chinua Achebe knew that)
We are what we will be;
What we eat.
Oh, what a world!
What will Rufus think when we are all
Cheeseburgers?
Running the world
(my favorite pastime)
Everyone loves a cheeseburger
But what about the raw ones?
There are too many out there
NO FEAR!
THE GRILLMASTER IS HERE!
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,
I will silence the vegetarians,
And raise the price of organic goods!
That will show them!
And read my lips:
NO NEW TAXES!”
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 9:16 PM UTC
vegetarians rock
we don't derive satisfaction
in skewered meat, spit kebab, meat buffet or a banquet
we are told of how much we are lacking in nutrition and protein
we don't mind to eat tempeh,tofu,lentils,eggs,diary or skewered vegetables
we are vegetarians of family preference, religious reasons, animal rights or health issues
researches found that your love takes twice more
requires so much energy to digest
more energy less fatigue and stress
to live long without stroke, heart attack, high blood pressure or diseases of kind
well I'm not cynical, eat small pieces
just because we don't hear
just because we don't see
doesn't mean it's not there
the pain these creatures we domain over feel
heartless humans without hearts to feel
maybe we open blind eyes
maybe we turn deaf ears
to them
but I tell you it's there
we hear and
we see
we are different from you
we are different from the ways of the world
we love it
we are vegetarians and
we rock!
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
**** the Religious Right
**** Those That Condemn Others*
**** The Republicans
**** The Democrats
**** The Government Having Too Much Say In Our Lives*
**** Paying Taxes
**** The Gas Company
**** The Water Company
**** The Electric Company
**** Cars
**** Car Payments
**** Being Late On Payments
**** Bills All Together
**** Not Getting Benefits For Being Early On Payments
**** My Need To Capitalize Every Word
**** PETA
**** People That Mistreat Animals
**** Vegetarians
**** Carnivores
**** Omnivores, What You Can't Choose A Side?!?!?
**** Going To College Just To Work At McDonalds
**** White Collar Getting Paid More Than Blue Collar
**** Having A Collar
**** The People That Reproduce Too **** Much
**** Those That Think There's No Future In Children
**** Commercialism*
**** Never Running Out Of Things To ****
**** People That Say They Have No Friends But They're Always Too Busy To Do Anything Cuz They're Already Hanging Out With Someone Else
**** Anyone Who Likes This Poem
**** Anyone Who Doesn’t Like This Poem
**** 6,000 Channels On TV And Nothing Is Ever On
**** The Summer Sun
**** Global Warming*
**** Flat Pop
**** Hot Coffee That Gets Cold
**** Pets Dying
**** Death
**** Wasting Life*
**** People That Talk To Much
**** People That Cuss
**** People That Have A Problem With Cussing
**** Fox News
**** Anyone That Lives Their Life Strictly By A Book (especially you Harold And The Purple Crayon people out there)
**** Laugh Tracks Telling Me When To Laugh
**** Everything That You Stand For
**** Everything That You Are
**** Everything That You're Not
**** Finishing This Poem, I'm Gonna Go Eat
**** Anything That I Forgot To **** In This POEM
Jun 11, 2011
Jun 11, 2011 at 9:01 PM UTC
Come to think of it, I've never seen a fat vampire
It's not like they get a lot of exercise
Laying around all day in their own grave
You would think they'd a bit larger in size
I mean don't they ever get hungry
So hungry they say they could die
That's hard as the walking dead with no lives left
Bet they'd love if blood came deep Southern fried
Do they prefer meat eaters over vegetarians
Do they like their veins to be grain feed
Or they picky or not with the choices they've got
And would they settle for whatever is left
It'd be nice if they could at least enjoy desert
Maybe a slice of Red Velvet cake
With icing so cold, matching their dead empty soul
And red of course for reds ****** sake
Yes, all the vampires I know are skinny minnies
Could be cause they only know how drink
I find it kind of cruel as all they can do is drool
Watching as living sit there and eat
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
*Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In a line to
Meet and greet Obama
Now I wish
I'd brought my Mama
On the T.V.
Slicing, Dicing
Infomercials
Are enlightening
Lindsey Lohan
There's more trouble
Send the Police
On the double
Michael Jackson
With his monkey
Chandelier
Swinging junkies
Bottle Rocket
Ridding crickets
Dolly Parton
Doing dishes
Tubs of Crisco
Set for wrestling
Bee Gees do be
Disco dancing
With Bruce Jenner
Wearing makeup
Dolly's kitchen
Filled with soap suds
Rubber band
Bumper babies
Call me odd
Don't call me crazy
Shooting stars
Carry Uzis
Washed up stars
Drink beer in Koozies
Donnie Osmond
Singing show tunes
As Marie blows
Animal balloons
Circus Barkers
And their Minions
Waylon left us
Shooter Jennings
Heidi Klum
Without makeup
To say the least
She looks a bit rough
American flags
As rainbow banners
Peal, scratch, and sniff
Talking bananas
Hookha smoking
Manatees
Oh yea...
and then there's me
These are just a few of the things that lean
On the lamp post of my dreams*
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
This is not the best haiku in the world ...
... its just a tribute.*
(to HaikuDonnajones and her Dean).
.
At the crack of dawn
me and dean go milk our cows,
pulling the udders.
Our cows milk is good
for cheese, yoghurt and butter,
very nice in tea too.
Vegetarians
are great, make good customers,
Vegans not so good.
What the hell is this
new coconut milk anyway?
Or soya butter?
I don't understand,
its not real dairy goodness,
its all fake dairy.
Our cows are organic,
no artificial cow feed,
just grass and fresh air.
After milking cows
me and dean have our breakfast
to give us energy.
I may turn Veggie,
but love my deans big sausage,
bacon, eggs fry-ups.
Our goats have kids to,
tidier than our own lot,
don't complain as much.
Me and dean are happy
with our kids, cows and our goats,
on our dairy farm.
© Pagan Paul (01/04/18)
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
Psychic Vampires.
I'm just a social leech
after everything
I can **** on.
No pun intended.
Even vegetarians,
crave blood
every now and then.
Got a glass?
I got fangs,
we could really make something out of this.
You know,
I'm only pale cause I work midnights.
I won't sparkle in the sun,
unless the diamonds in my nose rings do.
Black on black
everything must be black.
I always look like I'm going to a funeral,
but I'm just an agent of death.
Not a paulbearer.
I'm not the anti Christ,
he hasn't even been born yet.
So calm yo'self,
or I'll have my
Daddy buy your soul.
& you can come play
with all the fire in
our back yard ;)
So shut your bibles up
and open up your minds.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
Vegans are from Venus
Meat eaters are from Mars,
Vegetarians sit around the
breakfast nook light years
from Polaris, knee deep
in far away stars.
All the bread eaters are
closet bakers in disguise.
Those who lunch out
of dumpsters
spend their days
pulling the wings off of flies..
Nobody knows the
troubles they have seen,
and the apathy of the
middle class, well that
is nothing short of obscene.
The protein shake pumpers
sneer at old time
Bible thumpers.
While the yoga
young collectibles
leave a good portion
of the day largely unsung,
knowing full well they
have nothing worthy
to kiss off the tip
of their tongue.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
Today I am slickly coated
with the sheen of a long walk,
only holding hands with purpose;
the goal to find it.
The destination that holds promise
according to the latest yelp reviews-
promise worth remembering
while bearing the heat of the summer subways,
the morose and lonely feeling
of watching a couple cling to each other
as the trains swing our bodies around.
When the stench of the city streets-
the receptacles for those
who can't wait any longer,
invade our noses like they were home.
The promise that morphs into ringing
in my head when my stomach grumbles
next to the carts on the sidewalks
with the burning flesh they call halal meat,
smells warm and familiar
sharing shish kabob kisses and chicken knishes,
but I've left those days behind me.
Now I'm scouring the streets of Brooklyn,
for that new chic creperie sans animals,
things with faces, or friends if you will,
screaming "Find me!"
whilst dodging the heady scents of Popeye's,
and bacon egg and cheeses,
meat markets, fish markets, bright moving ads,
of women ******** clad eating burgers.
Would you like lox or sturgeon with that bagel?
and when I do get to the little mom-and-pop
of a hole-in-the-wall cafe,
I think of the carnivorous brothers and sisters
that have had the meatballs to join me.
The countless nights I've had to explain
where I get my protein from,
that yes, I can eat pizza.
And no, it's not a travesty
that I want to give up cheese.
Because the real travesty is in the this country's handling
of living things, and by animals- I mean all of us.
And carnivorous brothers and sisters,
when you're feeling threatened and defensive- and you've got
guilt and entitlement coursing through your
friend-fed veins and thus you claim,
We're shoving our vegan, vegetarian, pescetarian
efforts down your throats.
Think again and know that we're only doing the best
we can to help what we believe in.
That we eat and live
with purpose and promise in mind.
Real women can eat vegetables too.
You can take vegetarians to barbecues.
Trust me, we're good at co-existing,
Are you?
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
I found myself a seat at the table
among greens and violated vegetable
and I’m wondering if I am able
to stay calm and sit there stable
while staring into a Buddha bowl
searching for some peas in my soul
I’m looking down so hungry
the side dish appearing so angry
like that smashed green avocado
near the pile of mashed potato
and the cut and diced main dish
beside the chopped chives
and sliced spinach Quiche
These vegetarians are not so nice
beating the egg and whipping the rice
and this fruit punch I’m drinking
by dessert, has me thinking
they’re as aggressive, and more
violent and cruel, as a carnivore
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
Of course human blood is sweet!
How else could they get us to eat meat?
We are carnivorous by design, &
Any feeble gesture of Vegan defiance,
Is seen as a threat to the species.
Vegetarians are mocked, marginalized,
Or made vestigial.
Of course human blood is salty!
Oozing red, warm and syrupy.
I am lion-hearted Mufasa,
Swaggering ‘cross the savannah,
Licking savory hemoglobin off my jowls,
My ***** swinging in the breeze.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Let me explain.
I blend in with the crowd once you chop me into pieces.
Sometimes I'm tough, but you can pound it out of me.
Sometimes I'm mushy and I get tossed in the trash.
Sometimes I'm tasteless.
Sometimes I'm tastelessly prepared
or tastelessly presented.
I've been both fatty and lean.
I've been through thick and thin only to be chewed up
and sometimes spit out
and sometimes digested.
And I can't be fed to the vegetarians
because the people that look closer
might see the signs of suffering
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
With sunrise came a hunger
So I,
I bit deeply into the peach,
that you’d left uncovered
on the bed
And,
drank the juice
sweet and warm
on my tongue
And down by throat
While you,
you seemed delighted
at how quickly
breakfast came
Then
suddenly famished,
took the fruit
all the way
into your mouth
that you’d not finished
the night before
But,
rather than have you
swallow whole,
and risk
choking on
too big a bite,
I pulled you close
sinking easily into
the unfinished peach,
dripping wet on the sheets,
while sharing the taste
on both our lips
Unconcerned with the mess
we devoured with abandon
while you,
without warning
****** your fingers
into my watermelon
roaring with delight
Apples,
then melons
then cherries,
tearing right
through every bunch
Then,
deciding not to waste the seeds,
we moved instead
straight on to lunch
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
I'm not a love *****
I want something more.
I've seen it build now, seen it chilled now.
I'm not a love ***** I want something more.
Vegetarians burn my cookies.
Planetariums steal my lookies.
I'm not a
Love *****
I want
Something more.
Optional.
Complacent.
Optimal.
Basement.
I'm not a love *****
I want something more.
I've seen you and you've seen her.
Words of love caressed her ear.
Ears are nothing without a diction.
Diction's nothing without direction.
Reread nothing til you're blue in the face.
Gristeled youth will join the human race.
I'm not a love *****
Give me something more.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
alright.
so i'm determined to write about something other than this boy
because i keep writing poems about him
and they basically all sound the same
because i think maybe i'm desperately in love with him
and he hurts me
all the time without knowing
but i'm going to write this poem about something else.
i'm going to talk about grocery lists
and cell phone numbers
and matching pale blue shirts
and push up bras that make me blink rapidly.
garage sales where i buy a wallet, a movie or two, a dress with a stain
on the top left shoulder
but it smells really nice.
and vegetarians.
why are they all vegetarians?
i'll talk about
tall glasses of cold milk
and little old ladies with bonnets on their heads.
how could anyone steal from her?
it broke my heart to see her cry as she spoke to the police officer.
i'll talk about not wearing ******* on a sunday night at the computer
wearing that dress with the stain
that i bought at the garage sale (smells like clean laundry and my fifth grade teacher)
and an uncomfortable bra
my scalp is itchy
i'm going to write about new york.
it's so ****** far away
but movies make me feel like i live there.
and movies that are set in minnesota(my homestate)
make me feel depressed and angry
(like NewInTown,Juno ***** that crap. we aren't like that.)
wow, this poem ***** even worse than the ones about that boy.
life is funny that way
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 8:42 PM UTC
never quiet the proper arrangement,
watching a cat miscarry his strengths of
perfect balance on a fence
deciding to structure his escapism further
from fence to the safety of gravity’s plateau,
and i know this is not a crowd pleaser,
no gladiator blood sewn onto a caesar’s face for a smile,
but as amusements go:
choose the simpler ones and watch them multiply
exponentially... choose the complex ones and watch them
mutilate you with anticipatory nostalgia once they pass
and have fed you.
so unless you think it’s cheap to state
that william burroughs would have a lot in common with bukowski...
you’re probably right... but once you embark on the alcoholic metabolism
parabola there’s no going back... you can have
irritable bowel syndrome in the morning...
diarrhoea x4 before the seas just below the hydrochloric sea settle
and the sailors are spared another barnett newman smear
into the toilet.... quarter of bottled whiskey usually does the trick
for the calmed metabolism...
i know burroughs and bukowski used different mediums...
but it’s better than staging a ghost fight between vegans and vegetarians...
same **** different cover story all over again...
and it sounds less sinister, doesn’t it? let’s repeat:
metabolism & alcoholism;
and in all serious soberness i put my efforts in taking interest in philosophy...
like observing from spinoza’s ethics... well spinoza drank...
heavily... which explains why he put it into his ethics,
that explanatory ref. i will definitely mishandle (misquote):
never come between a drinker and a newspaper
or a blank page, even if it's a pixelated blank.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Let's hear it for incremental Christians,
And ascetic vegetarians,
Hail the queen of heavens,
Blessings for us, a holy girl,
Roman around the world!
Well, she was born in the Roman empire,
A good Jewish maid, it did transpire,
A faith healer in this very day,
No holy dilemmas for her today,
Let's pray for lady luck, shines on us all,
Let's hope Armageddon does stall,
One for ascetic vegetarians,
And for incremental Christians!!
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
Irrational The Terrorist (a follow-up to After A Terror Deed…)
There’s no such thing as ‘non-believer’:
All believe in something.
Family, sky, the Vedic I,
The name ‘non’ – anything misnomer.
Those who slaughter
In the name of heaven, waiting virgins, angels,
Paradise, God knows what else,
Where lion vegetarians
Meet bird and man as ***** friends…
They do no know life’s real ends.
True, misconceived, a pictured or imagined thing
So strong that it gives murdering
A face,
It makes the law-abiding jaundiced,
And, like me, seeing irrationality
In well meant terror dogma-bent
As pure one hundred one percent
Insanity.
Irrational The Terrorist 4.8.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
This is called
how to
go deep into sea
with harpoon
and spores of magic
mushrooms
for getting nothing
back home.
Yes, because we are
vegetarians
and the turtles
and jellyfishes
belongs each other
as my typo
and
i.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC