The Dictator
In the reign of King Zing,
he made us all sing.
If he did not blink,
he’ll give us bling bling.
If not, bad bad bad!
Ding ding ding, the bell.
How it went, pray tell?
One by one we fell.
See you all in Hell.
Argh argh, dead dead dead!
“Enough!”, yelled the people.
Hang him on the steeple.
Off they went, unnumberable.
Then he came, crippled.
Chop chop, head head head!
Black Pepper Grinder
Meaning
The absence of GOD is a meaningless existence.
Crow
Synthetic Food
I was here to eat.
Now I felt cheat.
Funny taste this meat.
Fore death did it bleat?
Rumors has it,
in a lab well lit,
the beasts never crit,
they never got slit.
In watery tank six feet,
headless masses did fit,
was how they prep it.
OK let’s freeze it!
Port it, cash it.
Heat it, grub it.