R I E N D S
F is for the facts that they always seem to know.
Thank goodness they're around or I'd have failed long
They look out for my best interest, it's all done out
(of course, their cholesterol is 200 or above).
R is for their righteousness, their morals and beliefs.
They're so sure of themselves and their right to dine
Of course they all love animals -- to their pets they're
(They don't see the hypocrisy when it's time to dine).
I is for insistence that we have done no wrong.
It's okay to hunt the animals, we've done it for so
And if we didn't hunt, the population would explode.
(They don't have faith that Mother Nature takes care
of her own).
E is for the eating habits of my dearest friends.
Their meat is filled with protein, their milk with calcium.
Their meals are so well rounded with essential nutrients.
(You'd never guess in all that fat there lies some vitamins).
N is for the never-ending questions and debate
That seem to follow anytime I put food on my plate.
What would I do without them to help me see the light?
(I'd actually go on thinking eating vegetables was right!)
D is for the discovery that I am not like them at all.
We can't relate, we don't connect, sometimes we can't
It seems so clear, the path I choose, why don't others
(Why, oh why, can't everybody be as right as me?)
S is for the sarcasm I've riddled in this poem.
It hides a sense of longing to find a vegan home.
My omnivore friends love me, I never have a doubt.
(But they also love their animals, so I better watch
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