A scream on a pons
From Norway to the whole world
Inside a skull
Full of meat
Like every beef eater's plate
As a meal for the sane
In an establishment
With accounts and discounts
Of serotonin and dopamine
Till depression hits
Rallying the economists
To set the public mood right
And revive the job of butchers
To bring meat on the shrink's table
To revive the job of chemists
To feed on the brain of a man starving for truth
Who begs not for food but the answer
Of the question ((whY?)) .
Oh, damnfool!
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