A/N this pom is dear to me heert

It smells like chicken, looks like dog food and tastes like shit.
I feal its ded eyes looking at me.
They stare and stare and stare.
He told me it was never alive,
How cruel.
I sea its soul.
A tear, A cough, Blood.
"It's ALIVE," I yell.
They laugh. How cruel.
The mouth noises they make while eating,
disterbing.
"ALIVE," I say. "ALIVE"
They laugh.
Chew, chew, chew...
I call it, Tofurkey.