A pack of wolves descends upon
The injured doe, devouring
All they can reach, the meat which they
Find ever so empowering.
Behind the pack, one wolf holds back
And types into its phone
“I’m vegan and my family’s like totally weird
“Hashtag wolf, hashtag lone.”
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How soft the calling of the rose in bloom;
Its rage not diminished by its small size,
For it has seen a man deliver doom
With not a drop, remorseful, from his eyes.
The rose who screams has seen its brothers fall,
Cleft and tied as trinkets for a hot date.
It cries without lungs, giving it its all,
Petals in bloom, show’ring it foes with hate.
Then red and white and pink and gold align
Together in the vengeful rose’s song,
A harmony unheard by humankind
Until they are a dozen voices strong.
Then weep! The florist ends their final day.
Aren’t you relieved I brought you no bouquet?
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“You can’t make an omelette
Without craking a bag
Of artificial egg-substitute flakes
That lack allergic red flags
And don’t indirectly harm animals
Like your processed foods do.”
I don’t much care for
Vegan analogies. Do you?
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I went to the dollar store
To buy a concealable weapon.
Something with menace
From a gangster from Venice,
But a gun or knife I didn’t want to be schleppin’.
So discount Dominic
Sold me a satisfactory piece:
It weighs but an ounce
And helps when I pounce.
Ever seen some grass knuckles like these?
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