Is it a matter of taste
Or just morality;
Don't decide in haste,
For it's totality:
The chalice of all thought,
The limit of our being,
Last frontier finally sought-
But can I eat it without feeling?
How scarce now the doves;
Too hungry to refrain-
When push comes to shove,
I'll eat your brains.
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