Vegetarians

Squelching carnivore teeth.
You fuckin' hippies think your protests can derail my invincible human urges?
Come at me with a battery of leeks.
I’d respect it, and then use its remains to dress your briskets.
I’d bite steaks straight out of your girlfriend’s calves if I thought that I
could get away with it.
Keep her alive for weeks as long as it takes to get the best of her.
Roast her tits and cure her thighs for months.
When she screams,
I’ll hear nothing more than the sound of a breaking machine;
another prime cut of rare squealing meat.
Let’s eat.
I’ll eat anything that moves.
Don’t cry for the runts.
At least they die swift with us.
Would you feel better if we grew your fruits in human shit?
How do you feel about the predators in your blood?
Would you live in a world with immortal pigs?
See the rate of their evolution eclipse your own.
Herds of tame women:
The slaves of a salient pig-
Reduced to sentient trinkets, awaiting the crypt in his guts;
Realising the metaphor of a shepherd in reverse.
When the moment comes,
You’ll be feasting on your weakest friends,
Or your bloated mother.
Perhaps you’d rather die, you stupid cunt.
Let’s eat.
I’ll eat anything that moves.
I’ll leave her on the fire,
Until the juices run clear.
I’m into women.
The skins of the flesh.
The range of my needs exceeds the creaking of my bowel.
I am a trophic giant and I’ll stretch my fucking legs.
The marbling on her ribs…
She looks like livestock to me.
Just name your price.
Let’s eat.
I’ll eat anything that moves.