Dated 23-August-2001
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Today I give thanks to god
And thanks to my fork and knife
That I was born carnniv’rous
And feast on the flesh of life.

Small things scurry to and fro,
Living out their lives in dread
Of becoming an entree
And to something bigger fed

The strong devour the weaker
It happens every day
And the weak go very well
With Merlot and Cabernet

Days when people piss me off
My anger running freely
On days like this I’m happy
That something died to feed me

I gnash my teeth and swallow
And savor every taste
And pray the day will soon come
Its my enemies I baste