Who Eats This Stuff?

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This slop,

This glop,

No, please, stop

I don't understand

Why you say you feed us by hand

But we look at our plates

And see our fates

It is like staring into the abyss

With all that cheese made of Swiss

What is that?

Did it just move?

Is it alive?

Maybe....

Why would anyone want to eat this?

Why would anyone MAKE this?

These "highly nutritious" lunches

"Hey, man. what's that?"

"I'm not sure, really."

"Is it good?"

"No."

"Why do you eat it?"

"Because I'm hungry."

And so we do.

Our stomachs growl

 and we eat from this trowel

Mmm, delicious....

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