Sticky slippery strands of
Lies
Injustice
Anger
Cruelty
Entangled
In the sanguine sauce of despair
Mottled
With savage chunks of decaying flesh
Once belonging to our beloved bovine
Silence descends
Over this steaming hotbed of hatred
Left
Untouched.
Vegetarian Ode to Spag Bol
Nothing puts me off my spag bol though.
Jessica Tremp, 7 months ago
it would be the last meal before i die ( that is if i knew i was going to die before i ate it…, you know)... with a quality drop of red
Kristy Lee in reply to Jessica Tremp’s comment, 7 months ago
I was thinking of you when I posted this..coz I know how bad you wantttsss it ..yes preccciousssssss
If/when you take that plunge, I MUST be there with you! CHEERS ;)
Jessica Tremp, 7 months ago
if/when i take that plunge, i’ll have you there beside me…we can indulge together
Kristy Lee in reply to Jessica Tremp’s comment, 7 months ago
droooool
bellmusker, 7 months ago
Ah ladies….this is the meal that shook me out of twenty years of vegetarianism. BEWARE! Once you’ve indulged, you’ll never go back.
Sally Omar, 7 months ago
Hey there…I am a Vegetarian…never would eat meat again…loved your words…check out
my poem “Vegetarian”...Sally xxoo
Jen Whyte, 7 months ago
Brilliant
Nathalie Brewer, 7 months ago
...and spag bol is particularly gruesome when the oily mince goes solid at fridge temperature. i love this piece…thankyou goddess of linking words:)