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Régime

Chipper gristle, carbon crust,

Darkened rissole if you must,

Trump half-charred, watch him sound off:

Body politic is browned off.

 

Roastie with a crispy coat,

Toastie tinged with creosote:

Crispy rind and spud-u-burned,

Truth cremated and inurned.

 

Crunching on the smoking slice,

Burning like a sacrifice:

It’s over-heated, over-fried –

Republican acrylamide.

 

Fast food with a charcoal taste,

Morals blazing, hope laid waste,

Fire in the nation’s pants, sir –

Every day, a growing cancer.

 

Do not trust what’s cooked in lard

And singed and very likely charred:

His lies are made of phoney cash.

He wants to grind you into ash.

 

Click here for a Guardian story

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Régime

Well-done toast and roast potatoes will give you cancer, according to the Food Standards Agency.


25 January 2017

POETRY KIT WEBRING

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