K: She used to be a grazing beauty,
proud and standing tall.
Now she is a greasy stain
upon Mcdonalds wall.cy bing: They took away her son
they processed her daughter,
tell me, anyone,
will we ever end the slaughter?
Cynic: Alas, I fear not anytime soon,
And my hunger makes me say so.
She suits me better on a bun
With pickles, lettuce, and tomato.
K: When you're done your feasting,
your battle has begun
as colon cancer wars within
the death upon your bun.
M: And so we warn you Cynic,
to the errors of your ways,
don't gorge yourself McDonalds style,
the pain will last for days.
None.