OLD SHOE LEATHER

I am a marbled

piece of meat,

red as blood.

Meat that walks,

meat that talks,

meat that stinks,

meat that bathes, 

meat that sleeps, 

I am tired meat,

lunch for a pride 

of lazy lions. I am

meat that thinks

and dreams in color.

think about that...

You understand? 

You should,

you are also meat, 

and tasty, too,

lunch for a pride

of lions with no

leftovers.  

Reviews

[Lorry]

Well Vol, after the initial bite to the throat I'm sure that our last thoughts would be that at least we'd save all that silliness of a burial, as even our bones would be delicious to something. It's just a pity that the animal world never got the hang of making soup or all funeral directors would be out of business. (It sure beats not being able to afford dying due to the ridiculous costs)
And who knows, it might even be a fine way to go out, being someone else's banquet to feast on as they like.
I'm sure someone would try to profit from it, so best to leave it to the animals, who care not a jot for coin nor gold, but would mightily appreciate the snack!
😃

[Vol]

Lorry,
Whew! I'm glad this batch of red and green commercialization of wild-eye craziness is done. I wa in Walmart yesterday, and there were aiIsles of Valentine's day candy and cards. MF'rs!
There was a story making the round a few years back about country or community, I forget, but they laid their dead outside as a feast for whatever beast happened by and needed a snack... I'm thinking they thought itwas copol to fly away with the buzzards...
Vol

[Lorry]

They've had Easter eggs on the shelves before even chrimbo was over here mate.
And we fall for it every time. Soon as Christmas was over, they marked down all the s**t that didn't sell and called it a sale!
Still, Katie says my two in one pancake maker/ hat looks rather natty! 😃

[Vol]

Natty indeed...