Dirt from the grave

graces their otherwise

distinguished appearance

All plants have protein

Every single fucking one!!

Our packaging is stale,

out of touch,

old school,

reeking of 1990s

You can oblige the change from 

Prince Rogers Nelson to a singular moniker 

or even, for a time, (insert image here)

There were millions of us

splashing and bobbing,

not knowing how much longer

we could stay afloat

When will continued shouts 

of “I can’t breathe” 

be enough 

“I need meat to eat,

that is perfectly clear,

I have canine teeth”

Just like the deer

Essential, we called you, as you placed our packages near our tightly closed back door

If you were Christian, and the president of your country called for a complete shut down of all Christians entering the country,

“Isn’t this fun?” 

the father says to his son

I couldn’t vote in

America until, like,

That is, if your way

is ground muscle tissue,

capillaries and blood,

America,

land of the free,

home of the incarcerated

Someone once told me, and I never forget,

that I need meat for protein. Well… shit!

The waves appeared

deceptively calm

when the iceberg hit

I’ve spent many a night with John Turturro

Well, to be fair, he was using 

a different name at the time

Old MacDonald

killed my family

If you deleted the tweets

laced with racism,

sexism, or xenophobia…

It cannot be conquered by being ignored,

by pretending it does not exist,

We invented the wheel, sliced bread, chairs that fold,

and a way to tell who was calling before we answered the phone