LOBSTER (poem 85)

by Vivian Chinelli

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I put the lobster in boiling water.

Looking back that seems insane.

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Though it had no ability to scream out loud,

it must have been in terrible pain.

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I've done that many times before, without

a tinge of sorrow.

But I've changed the way I look at life.

I'm becoming vegan starting tomorrow.

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