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Food Crash
Black and Blue Mouth
Hannibal was right
The cheeks are the tastiest portion
And in the wrong light
The bones look like a contortion
And though it is slight
It is in essence a teleportion
Of the energy from the sea
To the light of the salty land
And it is perhaps just me
But I find it quite grand
That for a nominal fee
Anyone can be part of the band
We're beyond above high here
Not that I could expect you to care
But things down below I hold very dear
And so I do wonder how they fare
Even though their fate seems so clear
As survival down there is quite rare
Thinking of death fills me with fear
