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Injestion

mcdonalds meat is made from mush
and mush is made from things
and things are made from everything else
so we can eat like kings

don't let the meat men meat you

hungry for a bite of mush
so little time to eat
better order what's on sale
can't pause for boiled wheat!

meat me by the swings kid, i'll teach you how to swear

running back towards the wall
the time has come at last
a final meal for us all
genetic alloplast!

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