I am your pork loin

You beat me to tenderize me

You broil me in a pan to squeeze every stink out of me into the open air

You dispose of the rank juices that you created by cooking me, as if they never should’ve been aired

You expect to eat me once you cover me in barbecue sauce so I’m like all your other victims

But, no bitch – I’ve got prions galore

Once I’m in you, I never leave

Maybe you shouldn’t have tortured me just to squeeze art from me

Like Assange I do not forget

You better slap some good sauce my way

And give me a hoagie bun

Because I wanna win

And be mass produced

This Bone Daddy will win the competition

Though he comes from the trash heap that is Meatland

Eat me

Just one little bite


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