as i grasped my quesadilla
warm and gooey
cheese dripping
i had a sudden thought
i smiled in satisfaction
i could hear the screaming of dear bessy
powerful suction hoses viciously tugging at her udders
i chuckled in amusement at the thought of uterus forcibly spread open to receive sperm she didn't ask for
poor girl didn't get a kiss
and i laughed a mighty roar
i looked upon my chicken burrito
plump and juicy
i briefly wondered why henry cabot henhouse III
didn't swoop in and save this lovely lady
and i remembered super chicken was a cartoon
as i delighted in this birds flavor
i was brought to tears of laughter by the faint echos
of chicken sobs
and then it hit me
a flash of insight so profound i was taken aback
this is the picture YOU paint of me
YOU paint of me out of hatred
hatred for my lifestyle choice
yet
yet
there is no hatred from me over YOUR lifestyle choice
no protest from me in defiance of YOUR philosophy
so while YOU stand side by side with me on choices
such as freedom of
religion
race
orientation
choice
YOU abandon me when i choose to have a steak
the picture YOU paint of me is a monster
the picture YOU paint of YOURSELF
is hypocrisy
