I did not write this by myself. My friends, Jimmy and Vicky, and I wrote this together.
To eat carrots or not to eat carrots
That is the question
Weather 'tis nobler in the soul
To eat lettuce
Or cross over to the dark side
And to eat chicken
Or to take arms agents a sea of tomato juice
And by opposing put meat in it
To eat
To get fat
To be a cannibal
I, there's the rub
For in that in that bite of death
For dreams may come when I have beaten off this mortal flesh
Must give us pause
There's the respect that makes eating people more fun
The lettuce is wrong
To meat of despise love
The proud man taste good
For who himself would stand up agents the McDonalds dollar menu…
…On second thought… I feel like tacos…
I like da flesh!