We saw the bowl last night
A dessert of pregnant men
Waiting to spew their vile
They gathered from the North
And sojourned from the West
The bowl was filled with a cocktail of mandates
Seemingly nouveau but sadly familial
A call to feast was proclaimed with a thunderous appeal
A chant appealing to the thirsty and sundry
With a deja vu allure
We drank from the bowl of lies
We savored the relish of promises
The feast is served
But
Let the hungry beware
For only the filthy and fat
Are nourished.
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