Call me by my name

Post by **jewel** » Fri Oct 28, 2011 1:52 am

Call Us By Our True Names.....
The last time you ordered me for dinner,
you forgot my true name.
I am not a wonton.
Call me by my true name.
I am a pig.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
I am not a nugget.
Call me by my true name.
I am a chicken.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
I am not a burger.
Call me by my true name.
I am a cow.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
I am not a fillet.
Call me by my true name.
I am a fish.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
I am not foie gras.
Call me by my true name.
I am a goose.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
The next time you order me for dinner,
please call me by my true name... if you can...
which I hope you will not... anymore.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Post by **Morgita** » Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:06 am

Annthopomorphism. Pigs and chiclens don't write poetry. Mind you, If they did the quality might be better.

Post by **Who2** » Fri Oct 28, 2011 1:33 pm

This is what 22 kilos of Pig looks like, bought overland on ancient secret trade routes, more expensive than saffron or even marijuana.
3 kilos are already in brine, where would an Englishman be without a good 'fry-up for breakfast ?
Then off to discover the rest of the unknown World, black-pudding sadly lacking....

“therefore would I rather be a swineherd on Amager, and be understood by the swine than a poet, and misunderstood by men.”

Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855), Danish existentialist.
'danish bacon...mmmmmm
PS: his name was Nigel, if your that interested............

Post by **Brian Yare** » Sat Oct 29, 2011 10:34 pm

I think I'll call my next pig/sheep/chicken "Jewel".