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An asshole with a Fender shirt
In a vision once I saw:
The food was so abyssmally made,
by men with awful bleach-dyed fade
Unhinging their massive jaw.
Could I revive within me
The sense of right and wrong,
To such deep distaste ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long,
I would smash that dome within the air!
That starchy dome, those drinks of loss,
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry: “Beware! Beware!
His fattened gut, his floating hair!
Greens are made of food not moss,
And close your eyes in holy dread:
For he on bacon grease hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Donkey Sauce!”
― Me order! Me Fieri! Me run Flavortown! (jjjusten), Thursday, 15 November 2012 20:44 (eleven years ago) link