Between The Devil and the Deep True Brie
I wish I was vegan
I wish I could properly cast aside all the animal products
That in conversation I so bitterly deride
Drinking milky tea
I talk of factory farming
And big up the ALF’s attempts at disarming
I flinch at the thought of all the cruelty and pain
And comfort myself that my stuff’s free range
I wish i was a vegan
Giving up meat was so fucking easy
Why is it so much harder for all things cheesy?
That ethical glow is so addictive
What’d I have to do to show my heart’s in it?
Blow up an animal testing lab and get convicted?
I’d even give up soya to free me from my station
And tell people at parties of the deforestation
That soya farming causes
But to be a vegan there are so many clauses!
I’ve tried, i’ve tried
Fuck knows I’ve tried!
But every time I take myself for a ride
Like the other day, with all my powers
I tried to be vegan for 24 hours
I drank black tea
I stared at all the chocolate as if it was beneath me
And then I made a vegetable soup
But there was lactose in the stock cube
Blast, double blast
Fucking double shitting wanking cunting triple blast
How long will this last?
But now I’ve thought of a way
Of venting my frustration
On all the vegans in this animal-abusing nation
I go to vegan restaurants
And it’s the new vegans I’m seeking
They’re easy to spot
They talk too loudly, too proudly
Without a clue of the revenge I’m wreaking
And I ingratiate myself into their group
And wait for a lull in conversation
And then I tell them of my new vocation
“I’m Captain of the Rant: Illegal Cheese Pusher”
Their eyes dart, I can see that they’re tempted
And then I wait until the information’s finally cemented
Before I reach in my coat, and with a little cough
Toss a chunk of Brie out on to the tablecloth
One of them looks at me
And, says with pain:
“I really don’t want to go back there again”
And I say, knowing he’s breaking fast
“Don’t you remember how good it was?”
He pauses
“No… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can”
“No, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can”
“No, I can’t, no I can’t, no I can’t! Please, leave us be!”
And I give a small smile and say
“You can have that one free”
I pause and stand.
I hand him a card with my number, ignoring his weeping mumbles
And walk out the door
Knowing that soon they’ll be calling me for more
Chris Dawson
Tue 30th Dec 2008 00:36
I liked this much better as a performance piece than written. Well delivered.
Cx