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Eat The Rich! By Joseph Marshall

I will not eat

a wild animal

free to the wind

serving the circle of life


I will not eat 

a farm animal

cruelly contained

slaughtered and swept aside


but

I could eat them


Those fortunate few

who endorse the end of the world

counting coins on private planes

while we all starve down below


I could have them on a plate

their severed heads

ROASTED

their smug smiles

SWIMMING in gravy

their doughy faces

SUCCULENT to chew


Those who broke the circle

and made it a pyramid

I could have their blue blood

dripping down my napkin


Yes

I could stomach that.

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