Friday, May 07, 2004
I won’t eat pork, not tinned nor fresh
It tastes too much like human flesh.
No matter if it's dried and hung
It tastes of flesh from humans' young
The very thought doth make me hurl
It tastes of kid, especially girl.
There's tastes within those steaks so lean
Some hints of homo, sapien
Ignore the label 'Farm Assured'
That's only there to keep obscured
The thing they want you to ignore
Your breakage of the Natural Law
It's time to put away your dalliance
With ribs and chops and pork medallions
They look and taste of young girl's meat
Especially thighs and legs and feet
But bacon's evil if i'm blunt
It tastes just like..oh, forget it.
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It tastes too much like human flesh.
No matter if it's dried and hung
It tastes of flesh from humans' young
The very thought doth make me hurl
It tastes of kid, especially girl.
There's tastes within those steaks so lean
Some hints of homo, sapien
Ignore the label 'Farm Assured'
That's only there to keep obscured
The thing they want you to ignore
Your breakage of the Natural Law
It's time to put away your dalliance
With ribs and chops and pork medallions
They look and taste of young girl's meat
Especially thighs and legs and feet
But bacon's evil if i'm blunt
It tastes just like..oh, forget it.
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