Oh Lord we thank thee for this pork
that comes from Austin way.
We pray that it will nourish us
and that no toxins stay.
Please bless the workers at the plant
we pray their knives don't miss
and that their health plans cover them
for some paralysis.
We hope that those who do not have
a pork plant of their own
can find another way to spread
disease that is home-grown.
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No more milk and cookies
when Santa comes to town.
As a kid's role model
he's making parents frown.
Rolly polly belly
and all that double chin
now must be deflated
like an Olson twin.
This has grown too stupid;
might next we ask ourselves:
Do we need to get some
growth hormone for the elves?
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