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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Sandwich
Poor, poor patty,
What a state you're in.
Crushed by bread till
You're barely seen.
Why did they throw you
Into veggies galore?
You're all messed up,
Turning green and raw!
How could they coat you
With grotesque melted cheese?
Clinging, changing, demanding
Forcing you to please.
Who could turn out,
So, so sad-
Caught in the middle,
Driving you mad.