Just Call Me A F*****G Hip Poke Writ

Oh flibbertigibbet
damn, heil
(Stuart Little)
let mice
self down
dagnabbit,
no matter
this lactose
intolerant,
conscientious,
consumer
and avowed kit
and caboodle -
ninny
vegetarian,
who lacked
true grit,
cuz he craved
a ham, rabbit

and cheese
sandwich
that hit
the bunny phone
spot (courtesy
pit
tickle yule lee
of
The Daily Bread

Community
Food Pantry sit
chew waited
at 3938 Ridge Pike
Collegeville,
Pennsylvania 19426)
aye red
deli admit
to fear with
some darkly knit

shadow of
a doubt reddit
lee, about
being a boot
being
smidgen afrit
of some
powerful
jinn crit
ture, demon,
nor banshee

making mince
meat out of me
(Matthew
Scott Harris),
whom
now wants
to make
quick exit
(and if
fye sprouted
wings,
would flit)
cuz, yours
truly did
coe vit

an insatiable
app pit
tight carnivorous
consumption
where a
craving awoke
like an
addict
hood needs
a hit
ma tastebuds
writhed
with a bit

of minor
seizure
to let
me dentures
bite to edit
mas exclusion
of meat,
and savor
mouth watering
satisfaction
as if
masticating
an illicit
substance,
and all
the while
my awareness
sans unethical
treatment
of animals
went out
figurative
window
a disc credit
tummy
sympathy for
hogtied eggs
eck rubble mitt
treatment
steer
ring agri
business
to the mighty dollar,
where die hard
at least five
slaughter
houses will
never quit!