I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity".
but i consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off
by the living graves of a billion murdered lives.
and i'm not ashamed of my recurring dreams about me and a gun and a different species
(hint: starts with "h" and rhymes with "neuman's")
of carnage strewn about the stockyards, the factories and farms.
still i know as well as anyone that it does less good
than harm to be this honest with a conscience eased by lies.
but you cannot deny that meat is still murder.
dairy is still rape.
and i'm still as stupid as anyone, but i know my mistakes.
i have recognized one form of oppression, now i recognize the rest.
and life's too short to make another's shorter- (animal liberation now!).