A poem: The Worm Is Turning

I’ve eaten chicken that hadn’t suffered

And eaten lobster that wasn’t pink

I don’t want sausage that’s eternal

Give me apples with imperfect skin

Don’t get me wrong 

I’m a meat eating man

I’m no big dumb bird 

With his head in the sand

I’m a little red rooster 

Tapping dirt for his worms

And the worm is turning

I’ve seen alsatians wearing lipstick

And smelt the monkey smoking "Lark"

Why are those babies in those bottles?

We’ll need two Humans for the zoo

Don’t get me wrong 

I’m a red blooded man

I’m no bleeding heart 

With his head in his hands

I’m a little red rooster 

Tapping dirt for his worms

And the worm is turning

I’ve seen a dolphin with no children

I’ve seen a fish float on its side

I’ve seen my bacon shining brightly

It is my beacon in these TV dinner times

I'm eating meat that makes me fall down

I'm drinking beer that makes me fight

There's a funny feeling in my tummy

I don’t think the chemistry is right

Don’t get me wrong 

I’m no mouse I’m a man

I will stand up to them 

I’ll kick face in their sand

I’m a little red rooster 

Tapping dirt for his worms

But the worm is turning

Yes the worm is turning 

Into me