I recently moved back home
and I guess I didn’t realise
How much meat is sliced and diced
Within these blistering walls.
Every day there’s chicken in the fridge
And pork in the freezer
A mint jelly pot lying dormant in the cupboard.
Chicken and veg sitting stupidly on a Sunday, Tuesday and Friday plate,
Chicken noodles rammed down my gizzard
At least thrice fortnightly.
Burgers on a brushed aluminium barbecue,
Flipping and flopping and spanked by a spatula,
Juices ooze and red sizzles.
I’ve had enough of meat,
I’m sick of chicken,
Fed up of pork,
Had enough of beef.
I never did like turkey
So thank Christ that never makes it onto the menu.
Maybe when I move out
I’ll start to live off pasta, rice and veg again
Because here you can’t eat anything
Without a little bit of chicken
Slipping into the mix.