Stand in your ashes,
preach so "pure" with
ever blood-soaked kale,
claiming moral high.

Was never up to thee,
your leaflet audacity—
save the cows, starve the kids?
All true loads, hypocrisy.

Your vegetable fallacy is only a
flawed path to nirvana fallacy
mirroring I,
yet you paint me
in broad strokes, all cruel.

How could you know?
In my mind, you act
like I’m the villain; ready the plate,
I'll chew your green lies,
checking my time.

Time measured in posts,
your dogma’s vice
shouts down reason,
in trending rants, fanatically.

One animal is meat
one is now tallow
begrudgingly you turn shallow
regrettably now,

dreading the marshmallow.

You claim in bad faith,
pushing your purity
away,
in preached superiority—
One admits their demons,
One hopes to have sway.