You really need me!

All those years can't count as bad karma

I'll write you a letter!

You were a vegetarian back then without knowing it.

You never liked to eat the private parts of animals.

No soup or stew would make you eat them: Kidneys stored pee,

wings had bad under arm smell, liver oxidized toxins.

You wouldn't eat their butts neither!, or pig or beef tails

or tasty turkey tails

my mother got at Newberries for a dime a pound.

You didn't even eat cheeks,

to not erase their kisses and ruin the love life of their souls,

or even pickled skins - the cueritos I lurched upon.

You really need me to defend your buddhist status!

I know you're good,

'cause you don't even like lard like I do.