Meat

It’s like my stomach

Is being cooked like 

Liver

And my liver cooked like

Tripe

And it’s like my heart

Is preparing to burst

Like a headless chicken 

In flight 

And it’s like

The ones I love

Want to eat me alive 

And it’s like

They don’t really care

If I live or die 

And it’s like

My feelings don’t matter

I’ll do what I can to survive 

But I’m merely meat 

On a plate

I’ll give them the vitamins 

To thrive