"Arteries Sickly" (a song) Mar 29 '05    Write an essay on this topic. Tweet Popular Products in Classic Console Games Barbie Super Model From $13 Scooby Doo - Abracadabra-Doo (DVD ) From $5 The Bottom Line (Reading "Poetry for Cats" reminded me that I too once homaged great poets, i.e. the Beatles, for little pay. Any glowering herein came courtesy of weekend night shifts.) Arteries sickly, They order fries for their dorm where the action has been, smelling obscene. Paying up quickly, they unwrap the swill from the grill to chomp down in fake haste, ignoring the taste. I serve the hungry people. Where do they all come from? Why can't they just go back there, and have their heart attacks there? Esophagi rended, bulimically they guzzle Heineken ad infinitum: down-and-up, that'll right'em. Vomit expended, they're back in an hour, wallets still flush with cash from their parents; they're blissfully errant. I serve the hungry people. Where do they all come from? I'm sure culture's a wreck there, but don't they have Home Ec there? COME, STAND BEHIND THE HUNGRY PEOPLE. OLD LENIN'S-TOMB-STYLE LINE OF HUNGRY PEOPLE. Each buyer has a name, each a person unique; still they all act exactly the same: voice wild, mind tame. It's power to the masses: yes, how many times must they belch to prove this country's classless, and gets drunkest fastest? I serve the hungry people. Where do they all come from? They freely fund my rent-check eating ninety-nine percent dreck. Their gluttony's my income. I wish I found them winsome...

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