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Vegans

Us flipping vegans

We can get so mad

With the world, with our friends,

Even with ourselves

For any lack of vegan purity

Conflicts with our vegan surety

If there’s one thing worse than a carnist

It’s a so-called vegan purist

Who eats organic honey

Bought with tallow coated money

Who wears non-vegan shoes

Made with non-vegan glues

Buys non-vegan booze

For their non-vegan muse

And when it comes to medicine

Even the flu inoculation

Requires chicken egg incubation

What a palaver

Some even drink non-vegan Cava!

Who’d have thought vegans 

Would be involved in such shenanigans

My guess is that

It will all end up

With leeks drawn at noon

Or moolis fired at dawn

Either way I predict…

Carrot juice will be shed

And passata will be bled 

So, for safety I’ve decided

In my bed I’ll stay resided!

◄ My love ...

I've always been the other ►

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deanfraserofficial@yahoo.com

Fri 18th Dec 2020 08:22

As a fellow vegan poet I salute you! ?

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Thu 17th Dec 2020 22:25

That’s why I’m vegetarian, too complicated being vegan! Great poem for the plant-movement. ?

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John Coopey

Thu 17th Dec 2020 20:46

Ha ha. Food fascism. I've always thought there was a gap in the poetry market for this subject.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 17th Dec 2020 17:17

Who'd have thought vegans had a bone to pick with each other? Funny bone I suppose.
Or that there'd be some beef between them?
Beef Tomatoes.

<Deleted User> (18980)

Thu 17th Dec 2020 17:12

A lot of truth in this piece. My daughter and her husband have become non meat eaters. Not exactly vegetarians, and certainly not vegans, but nevertheless we sometimes have to walk on eggshells a bit in conversation.

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