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A Boring Day at the Fortune Cookie Factory

By Elton Camp

Wei Lee had been inserting inane messages all day
“Things are to go very well,” they often would say

But one main thing ultimately got him into a rage
He got really fed up being paid sweat shop wage

Finally, he grew to detest those rich folks eating cat
And decided that he would do something about that

“What would happen,” Wei Lee did grin & suppose
“If some new type of message I should compose?”

He gleefully imagined some American turning pale
If he were to write, “You will soon be placed in jail.”

Wei thought of what other messages he might do
“Unlike friend Russia, China will really bury you.”

Then he figured out one that real panic would create
Since the reader, he knew, Chinese food had just ate

“You have just eaten poison” is the note he wrote
While imagining some capitalist clutching his throat

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