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Monkey Meat

meat market and i'm standing like a flank steak everyone has preference to their cuts i'm tough until thoroughly marinated with gaelic garlic scandanavian scallions nice broth and throw some potatoes at my head until i speak as a human stewing on a fire and never limping through the life process of food for thought or horse steaks bought for too many dollars the meat market needs new flesh for the old to chew on their fresh souls of ginger to refresh their breath smiling while defiling the unaware because meat lockers are kept at 28 degrees with swinging flesh in a U-haul going to places anew transportation of regurgitation to the new ridiculous meatwagon

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