When I quit eating poultry I never knew
I’d have dreams about hot wings.
The spice left in my gullet when I woke,
Nose stuffy, mind still at the county fair,
Feeling both disgusting, and primal.
We all have this idea of civility,
A moral compass that screams
“Thou shalt not kill!”
But I taste the wings,
I know that I save 518 gallons
Of water per pound of chicken,
So why does my mind still desire
This tearing of flesh?
Why only wings?
Humanity is not entirely civilized-
It is foolish of us to believe
We can rescue our minds…
Yet, I saved 518 gallons of water today.