Salad Alive Poem by Michael Witkowski

Salad Alive

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Salad is dead
Salad lives- how
can you tell when
salad dies?

How do you check
it's brain activity?
Does it have a heart
is it less alive than
meat or flesh?

i have to know
because i am a veg
and moral disputes
twist me wrangle with me

torture me til i found
cheese as i know cheese
is dead matter but it spreads
a scent begulies my tongue
whether Tilsit, Edam, Gouda

Leerdam, Massdam, Parmigiano,
Fol Epi - let me stop my cheese
plug here and join into an cheese
anthem with goats cheese instead
before i make a cheese ringtone

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
poem hater 11 June 2005

wow, so much cheese meaning. it is chedderlicous

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Mary Nagy 02 June 2005

Very funny poem Michael! There's not much left is there? You have much more will power than I do! I need it all, a good steak, a big salad, nice potatoe.......ok, now I'm hungry! Great poem. Sincerely, Mary

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