You Are What You Eat

You are what you eat.
Some must dine on concrete.
Minds are solid and impenetrable.
Feeding fruits and vegetables to a carnivore.

The melting pot is full.
Throw out those with least worth.
Define that by whoever pays best.
Eat the fresh food and they get whatever is left.

A human right is defined by someone else.
Someone that doesn’t need that kind of help.
Like a professional doctor deciding who to treat.
According to his own medical needs.

Hunt the wolf in the woods while he hunts you.
Eating your flesh before you get the chance to shoot.
Whining later that he has human stuck in his tooth.
Survival of the fattest with the fittest rifles.
Quick to complain when we’re at the end of a barrel.

One day we’ll be visited by superior beings.
And we’ll be the ones getting eaten’.
How dare you take away his right to eat meat.
What, are you one of those Peta freaks?

A company spins in circles until it vomits.
Slaps on a label and sells it as a product.
Put it on the stove and call it dinner.
In the bathroom wondering why you keep getting sicker.
Just hope and pray your death comes quicker.

It’s What’s For Dinner

It seems that vegetarianism is making a comeback–or is that a breakthrough? Whatever the case, it is becoming more popular than ever for people to put down the steak in favor of vegetables and fruit. Toting health benefits and weight loss, it is becoming a viable option for Americans wanting to stretch their dollar and shrink their waist lines. But as we lose the pounds and cut out meat consumption are we in effect losing ourselves?

Humans are omnivores, there is no getting around it. We have sharp teeth–like tigers, well, sort of. We are naturally built to eat animals weaker than us, and we display this fact every fall by hunting in the woods for hours on end with expensive rifles. These animals do not stand a chance and why should they? Perched high on top of the food chain means we get to eat whatever we want. There is no reason for us to back down now. Darwin was right. Survival of those with the biggest guns.

Even with the commotion over global warming there’s no reason to give up now. Looking at the bigger picture factory farming is the number one cause of co2 emissions. Even if that is the case there’s no way we’re going to save the planet now. That’s like quitting smoking after being diagnosed with lung cancer. You can’t go back and there’s no way Americans can afford to do so now. This is our chosen lifestyle and the small handful of factory farmers that control everything we eat deserve to earn their pay while small town farms fall into bankruptcy. It’s the American way.

There’s no escaping murder either. Maybe I won’t take a pig’s life–a life that exists in a dark, unventilated area where he lives in his own fecal matter–but something has to die for my hunger. What about lettuce? Does no one care about the life being sacrificed for a vegan’s salad? It’s obvious you cannot eat without harming something so you might as well do the most harm possible. Vegan’s do not see this logic. They are killing fruits and vegetables so they should kill pigs and cows as well. It’s common sense really.

Which leads me to my next point; Why aren’t we eating our pets? Can you imagine how many dogs and cats, not to mention guinea pigs, are thrown away everyday? Stop starving children by taking healthy and abundantly available food from their mouths! Maybe Squeeky meant a lot to you when she was alive but she’s dead now. Quite frankly our pets are taken so well care of they taste much better than factory farmed animals that survive only because of the antibiotics that lace their feed do. Not to mention they are so deformed they can barely walk and would die within a couple years if not slaughtered.

It’s the liberal movement that is influencing such useless compassion. Don’t let them tell you what you can and can’t eat–regardless if it reduces your chance of heart disease and diabetes or not. No one should force you to be healthy. It doesn’t really matter how an animal is treated before slaughter. It’s going into our mouths in the end anyway, right? If you’re going to kill something it’s more funny to bruise it and kick it around a bit before hand. It’s what made the concentration camps so terrible. No pain, no gain. If we show these animals any sign of weakness they will turn on us without warning. Next thing you know we’ll be the ones on the dinner table.

In the grand scheme of things it’s all about flavor and it’s all about human beings. We are the only ones that matter. Of the millions and millions of species on earth we are the only ones that matter. Forget about the weaker humans too. As far as I’m concerned it’s a shame we aren’t eating them as well. When it comes down to it if I can conquer it, it tastes good and no one will stop me from doing whatever I want to it; it’s what’s for dinner.

So wear your stupid Peta shirts, tell me I’m evil and don’t care about the world around me and the creatures in it because I don’t. I only care about me. Just don’t eat me alright?

Collide With Self

You’re such a liar.
Ready to set you on fire.
Busy preaching to the choir.
Think it’ll take you higher.
Looking for a big buyer.
Like you’re a salesman for hire.
Dragging me through muck and mire.
I will never call you sire.

Times change and so do I.
Now wearing a black suit and tie.
Pushing the crowd for a tithe.
Praying to fairies in the sky.
In pain screaming out why.
Do the righteous always die?
I make excuses in the name of Christ.
This somehow has to turn out to be right.
But I was stuck staring into the light.
Clinging on to nothing with all my might.

Falling back to reality like a brick.
The haze in my mind is pretty thick.
Scriptures still fading from my lips.
The world will be inherited by the rich.
The city will be built by the meek and sick.
Ran by BP and pouring out like an oil slick.
How can the world ever recover from this?
Realizing I am in control I release my grip.
Let the world spin and just start to live.

It is Done

I’m sitting on a train,
spinning down a maze.
Tunnels are repeating I am lost for days.
Foggy in a haze.
Stoned and not awake.
Rubbing your ashes on my face.
I don’t want to stay.
The pain leaves a stain.
I am forever vomiting and lost in disarray.
Looking out the window for my lost faith.
The system has rejected me I am turning gray.
Somehow I don’t believe the significance of your name.
The train comes to a stop and I forgot how we came.
Walk into the rain and take away the pointless shame.

I looked up and saw the face of a forsaken son.
Crying, bleeding at the point of a gun.
This is my choice, to kill and claim salvation.
I look into his eyes and see what I have become.
A selfish and unforgiving one.
I dig deep down to try and find a reason.
An omnipotent god needs this poor man’s flesh smashed into the ground?
I put the gun to my own face, pull the trigger and scream “it is done!”

Back on the train to search another day.
Something tells me I’ll never find my way.

Perhaps, nothing at all.

All that we are,
is all that can be seen from a far.
Perception is key, but who do we trust?
When our minds are the key, we are forever lost.
And there are questions to be answered, at the right cost.
If all we are, is who we are,
Perhaps we aren’t anything at all.

It’s not a question about taste or morality.
We seem to make moral decisions based on our own mortality.
What would we do if we never died or faced fatality?
Perhaps then we would show a little more humanity.
Trying to leave a mark in a lifetime that ends swiftly.
When the end never comes can we accomplish anything?

Without meaning, there must be no being.
But just being is all there is to living.
Suffering for a goal isn’t worth justifying.
Having nothing is better than having everything.
With a goal in mind we are owned by objects and dreams.
Just slaves to successes suffering.

With life as the value the dead are left out.
The faithful are the only ones with doubt.
It always seems like it’s the quiet ones that shout.
When the doors close never do their mouths.
There’s no lessons to learn no statues to mount.
You will always come back empty handed when asking what life is all about.

Mosquito BBQ

Look into my eyes.
See me full of surprise.
See me burning with demise.
Hate arise, justice serviced at sunrise.
The time is here and now so surmise.
There’s no knowledge inside.
Take the bus for a ride.
Fill up your backpack with formaldehyde.
One more minute until arrival now run and hide.

Input the answers to your questions.
I have no understanding so I’m all for guessing.
I once had a home but the mosquitoes got me arrested.
Said I was a blood sucker without work invested.
Took the shortcut to the central blood bank for my daily bread.
Found a funnel with a tube and drank myself dead.
The children were looking at me like they were disgusted.
The adults cheered because Jesus Christ was now digested.

God said let there be light and congress scattered.
Like cockroaches into pop cans under the rafters.
I’m not very concerned about life hereafter.
I can’t seem to concentrate with all the laughter.
The devil is sitting behind me playing poker reminiscing about natural disasters.
The world might be crumbling but Tiger Woods flopped at the masters.
The world is melting but Lindsay Lohan just got out of prison so it doesn’t matter.
World news organizations deliver news by the kilobyte to keep our minds scattered.
I think on the eighth day God transformed into the mad hatter.

I’m hanging out at a mosquito barbecue.
No repellents to keep them from eating you.
Mr. Pig and Cow sitting at a table with a view.
Asking the waiter for the dinner menu.
Will you have the daily special of freshly ground human stew?
Don’t worry we ensure you they were extensively abused.
Kept in a box, legs broken and their flesh beaten and bruised.
If you’re stupid and naive we could always microwave some tofu.

Welcome to the mosquito barbecue.