Animal Brethren and Sistren

It’s a brave man who asks us to consider our identity.
Jordan Peterson talks of the same.
Not to get attached to a ‘group’ identity,
To above all, be thyself.

If plant-based is a piss-weak term for one who
Refuses to buy into the bullshit and doesn’t eat animals –
Themselves, their parts, their anything.

And vegan is that aforementioned tendency
In its awesome branding power (‘We Are The Fucking VEGANS!’) –
So the pithole of getting too identified with what exactly ‘that’ word means…….

In the end, if vegan equally denotes what you DON’T eat, and then,
By sure and savage contrast – as well what you DO identify with –
And it sure as hell ain’t THAT FUCKING MURDERING AND DISMEMBERING AND EATING OF THEIR BODIES IN THEIR VERY MEAT-EATING WORLD! – then:

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It is that ‘world’ of NATURE. We are the reflection of nature
And the world is a reflection of us. Perfect reflections.
Nature is where the animals are sleeping in their dreams.

We are wandering lost still, but they are there,
And we are the souls that could have something to
Say back to them.

Animal brethren and sistren.

Heard My First

Heard my first Christmas song today,
You need not know where.

Here we go again! Into the tinsel, the tacky,
The shiveringly weird and wacky

Father Xmas show comes to town again!
Starring third-world slave-made tinsel-crapola,

Weird adolescent adult idiots running around
With red noses and brown plastic antlers on,

The word ‘Christmas’ (Christmas! Christmas!)
Coming at you from every direction (Buy! Buy!)

Buy your friends, buy them with tinsel and crap
Made in China. Let the little ones suck on shit

Full of colouring and ‘flavour’ (ing!)
Ring the bells of commerce! Ring ring!

Ring the merry bells,
Cash registers register-ing

A massive Bling!
Angels weeping.