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The Struggling Vegetarian
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Blood spills as a muted scream echoes across the room.
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A scream that signifies the end of a life.
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I hear this shriek, as I am escorted to my table.
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Surrounded by steak and chicken wings, the scream grows louder.
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"I'll have a salad! No ham! No bacon!" I tell the waiter.
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I will not be the cause of the scream that haunts me.
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I survey the bloodlust that surrounds me.
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Despicable carnivores.
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I watch, as teeth tear into flesh,
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And expressions of delight appear on the faces of murderers.
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They care not for the creature they have just devoured.
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My salad arrives.
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Fresh leaves wrapped around tender vegetables.
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Sprinkles of cheese enveloped in Ranch Dressing.
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This, is a meal!
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A meal I can proudly devour.
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A meal that will keep my soul free of guilt.
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And then.  I see it.
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Hidden to me until now, tucked under a stray leaf,
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Plastered to the plate by a layer of dressing it sits.
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My salad has been tainted.
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By a bacon bit.
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My shout of disgust generates no response.
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A few heads turn but after seeing no real excitement,
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They turn back to their meals.
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Steaks and chicken wings.
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The scream returns.
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It fills my head, sending shivers through my body.
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I feel my body shake and convulse.
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Terror rips through my soul.
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And then.
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The scream is no more.
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Instead it is replaced by a voice.
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Haunting, thin and whispery.
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It speaks to me.
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"Meat is delicious."
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My mind reels as I stare at the small scrap of bacon on my plate.
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I feel sick as curiousity creeps into my head.
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"Delicious?"
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"Impossible!"
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I wait for the scream to return.
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My thoughts of treason will surely spur its terror.
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But it remains dormant.
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And I feel my curiousity ripen.
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Slowly, I pick up the piece of flash that happened upon my dish.
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I tell myself to put it down,
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But the voice speaks to me again, louder this time.
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"Meat is delicious!"
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The voice, accompanied by my curiosity, destroys my judgement.
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I take the plunge.
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I allow my desire to take over.
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I begin to chew.
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Before charred flesh even reaches my lips, I lust for more.
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I have reached the apex of my being.
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Suddenly I am starved for meat!
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My only need is to devour flesh!
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The scream is but a memory now.
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It is replaced by desire.
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I rip the chicken wing out of the hand of my neighbor.
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And as I devour the crunchy coating covering the flesh, I yell:
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"MEAT IS DELICIOUS!"
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29 Mar 05

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This could be an interesting insight. You want to staop telling us everything. Suggest, involve us. For instance - this scream. I read the whole thing as kind of a joke and I'm sure it's meant to be mostly funny. SO I won't tear into line by line. Cut it down, lose the telliness, and I'll come back for more.

Thanks for posting.
 — unknown

What about the poor head of lettuce that had to die for you?  Why don't veggie lives count, that's my question!!!

This is a bit long but not bad.  I like the concept of suddenly being attracted to meat by the meat itself.  That's certainly unique but I want to watch it happen, not hear about it.  Not sure what I mean but this is long....
 — Isabelle5

I am a guiltless effortless vegan.  However, this is my new fav!  I printed it and it's going on my fridge. You're freaking hilarious man!
 — themolly

I agree, damn vegetarians, unless its in your religion i hate you...jk But it is hypocritical to want to save animal lives, but eat veggies as if they arent alive too. If you wanna be a real humanitarian, eat radiated rocks, they have no microorganisms or anything whatsoever on them.
 — Muzatsu

this has no creative merit whatsoever. only when it takes the visual form of a poem do people decide to give it credit. another bad story trying to being famous by dressing up as a poem
 — unknown
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