You eat as well as no more meat. Did you tell me
I looked at you and I knew you were lying.
No, actually you weren’t lying, because almost not much meat,
that’s a matter of interpretation.
What about the pizza, I asked.
Well, pizza, I’ll eat it with salami.
It just tastes too good.

We understand that.
We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

That little bit of exploitation and mistreatment and torture and murder.
The animals will endure that.
And if I eat them, they’ll be dead after all.
They don’t have to endure anything anymore.
That was good, wasn’t it?
When you are dead, you can no longer feel anything.
I’m actually good to animals,
better than you,
because you wouldn’t murder them.
This is how I make sure that they are released from their suffering as soon as possible.
What a good person I am.

We understand that.
We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

That the animals are therefore locked up and suffer,
because you want to eat them
I am not allowed to remind you of that in this way.
You might feel uncomfortable.

What about Thanksgiving, I asked.
Well there, because I was invited.
And I can’t hit people on the head.
That would be impolite.

We understand that.
We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

Not that you can talk to people
where one is invited.
There are also side dishes with turkey.
It seems like it’s an excuse
a very bad one, at all.

We understand that.
We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

We don’t want you to tell the truth
that you admit to yourself
that you don’t really care about animal suffering,
that you have no problem with it that they will continue to be mistreated, abused and exploited,
that 800,000,000 starving people mean nothing to you,
that the rainforest is so far away that he can burn calmly,
that you don’t mind that the seas are dying
only admit to yourself.

But in the end, that would lead to
that you feel uncomfortable.
And after all, we don’t want that.