The bloody steak
It has no taste
But nothing is
Left to waste
Give the dogs something to feast upon
Because they are so hungry
They just might
Eat you too
Falling from the rich man's table
Just a few crumbs
And if you never get old
Then tomorrow
It never comes
You can go now
Fare thee well!
Heaven might be full
But there is still
A lot of room
Left in hell
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