Two cannibals awoke on Sunday
And went for brunch at a cafe.
One said “I’ve got a hunch
“That the real brunch
“Is the friends we’ll meet along the way.”
Tag Archives: Cannibals
White Privilege 2.0
Despite meeting a cannibal
I feel pretty good.
I was scared until he said
That he liked Chinese food.
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Is The Red Meat Yellow?
If you ever meet a cannibal
And it wants to eat your flesh
And you want to look less finger-lickin’ good
Then scream and cry and wail
‘Cause cannibals don’t like
The taste of chicken. Are we understood?
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The Daily Travesty 