chicken
or steak, or pork, with absolutely
no sense
of guilt
or shame.
i'm oblivious to what
the poor
animal had to go through
to arrive
on my plate.
i eat, i summon
the waiter
for butter and bread,
and another
round
of pepper
from the big shaker.
no more beer,
i tell him,
i think i'll have a martini
instead.
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