I like to fry bacon
and likewise like to eat it.
But I’ve had moments
when the spirits of pigs
have caused me to waiver.
They come to me pleading
suggesting to me that beef is better.
Cattle sometimes haunt me
and urge me to choose poultry.
Chickens encourage me to think of lamb.
I can understand their points of view
and were I on the menu
I’d be haunting, too.

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