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Jun 2010
Damaged the goods,
The product just a knock off,
Not even real food,
Mine as well be a trough,
For a pig to feast,
On itself and others,
Pay attention to the yeast,
You'll soon discover,
Nothing is real,
All manufactured in control,
Environments that are sealed,
And packages that roll,
Off the line to enter,
The mouths of the hungry,
Not knowing to grow,
Their own food for free,
Did no one learn to sow,
It's ok the process may be slow,
But then you'll grow what you need,
Also you should know,
Maybe then people won't exceed,
Past the point of a pig,
Becoming bloated beyond recognition,
And be able to keep their fig,
******* market competition
Written by
jonathan valonis
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