melody walker thinks
she's such a patriotic goddess
when she makes her p.t.a. announcement:
"in this great country, a mommy can buy
u.s.d.a.-inspected plastic-vacuum-sealed
hormone-free all natural whole beef tenderloin
by the case at the reasonable $23.52 per pound"
but lettie parmer's been sneaking behind
closed government doors
where she can snag bulk-butchered pieces
of uncounted iraqi women and children
for a buck-a-bushel
no need to piss and moan about
pecking bits of shattered bone buried
in the tougher darker meat
when it's so yummy for her kiddies
once she's boiled it up for stew
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