It’s normal for Meat Club to recite some meaningful poetry after we have devoured the flesh. It’s often Ode to the Meat by Lord Byron, but at our last get together – the 7th Birthday (review pending) we through a wider cast. Here’s the poem recited by Remy Monster.

Yes I eat, dead meat.
My mind knows this is so,
but my greed closes out the know.
Conscious dictates mood,
but I need this food.

Live meat I am,
dead meat I cram.
Am I what I devour,
a beast to the core?
No I am man,
made Godly with a plan.
My Lord wants me to eat,
in the bible there’s meat,
so I enjoy my food complete.

Forgive me little
cow, pig and chicken,
soon one of you I’ll be picking,
and my lips I’ll be licking.
To you I honor,
as I round the resturant corner.
Before me on my plate,
food you have become,
my delicious mate.