The world is full of meat
In which needs to be beat
As I walk down the street,
The smell is so sweet

Yet, I cannot stand the smell of rotten meat
Luckily, this meat is not rotten
It is fresh and alive
Waiting to revive a young fresh soul of the Potency
And savory juices of the meat

The meat is good for all men and women
But how is it good?
For health and for growing
Or for sucking and blowing
Look beyond the meat and see the spirit within.

But the meat has no spirit
It is empty inside
And in search of its lost soul
Why find the soul that belongs to it?
Why not take someone elses

Meat has much meaning to me
I eat meat, I see meat
I smell meat, I taste meat
I hate meat, I love meat
I suck meat, I beat meat
Is meat real? What is real?