To be and not to be.
My respect for life is profound
I try to become a vegetarian, but when I visited a restaurant
it was wildly expensive,
mind, it looked posh with livered waiters and haughty diners.
Ate soup and a glass of water
what I'm looking for a place that doesn't charge the earth
for carrots and beans even when artistically served.
I don't ask for much, just a platter of greens that taste
almost as good as goat chops with salad.
I bought something at a vegan shop it looked like meat
fried it tasted artificial but ate it all since I have no dog
and hate to waste food.
In the evening I eat boiled cabbage with Portuguese
smoked sausages, to give the soup zing.
So, when not swatting flies, I'm respectful of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
long live the vegetarian though I'm not!