witch_sardonic

I mean, we all know hotdogs aren't...meat

We acknowledge this, yet we don't see the penguins go into the factory

Or watch the seals be clubbed for your tacobell taco

Because do you know what's close enough to veal?

Seal.

No this isn't about a conspiracy against artic meat in our fast food

But isn't it funny how we don't care when something happens, unless the victim is there, showing us

And at night I crawl in next to her, burrowing close

I lay my shoes at her door and throw off my hat, it fits perfectly on a coat rack

For she is my home

Without her I am earth blowing, without a tree to ground me there

She, my eve

I, her Apple.