When they start to grow meat,
I don’t know what I’ll eat.
For all of us vegetarians
it’d still be pegged like carrion.

I’m not sure how I’d view it.
Genetically made to be fit?
Not attached to an animal,
the strangeness is palpable.

Meat! Without an animal!
Like berries without plants.

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