I get the strange urge or A predictable fervor To ask for red meat Or get one more burger

As if it would be a feat To conquer my doubt That I could swear off entirely Do completely without

And replace that hot taste The grease in my face With that more peaceable label Plant eaters avow

To be able to face Not on my plate nor my table But a kind curious bovine Left to their stable

Wouldn’t that be fine To let live for futures beyond now And make not food but a friend Indeed a happier end

For us and the cow

(I know it was meant for AI but I wanted to do it too)