19.3.10

The Horrors of Sketchbook S5

They fry our flesh
To free the fat
To fire their furnace
A frightening fact

When our blood bubbles they syphon to bottles
While they bust our bones to fine dust
Intestines and spleens are wasted by no means
Like beans, they eat them on toast to stop rust

2 comments:

Grimalkin Press said...

I remember this! My mom used to sing it to me as I fell asleep . . .

That's normal right?

Hurk said...

Of course, but now these days everybody knows that the last 2 lines are actually untrue- just an urban myth. But the rest of it...