Elaine Bench,
The Vegetarian of Love
She says she’s got me underneath her skin,
While I think it’s a superficial rash;
She clangs into my thoughts – damn, what a din:
Her pleas ring out, and then all systems crash.
I pass out for an hour; when I wake,
Her smile's still there at all perception’s doors;
I hold my ears and scream, “Saints, don’t forsake
This barking lunatic upon all fours.”
They answer me, “Mad girl, you’ve got a choice:
Accept this lady’s clarion appeal
And in her honest song of love rejoice,
Or give up meat for every future meal.”
So since that day I’ve been a vegetarian,
Renouncing meat and love’s insistent clarion.
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