Chow Main Chow
my plane crashed
on my way to see
my crush so now
on a desert isle i
'm sharpening a
stick into a spear
for though a veg
etarian i wouldn't
dare eat a berry or
any greens knowing
nothing about local
things but damn well
know what a wild pig
would taste like cook
ed over a fire on a spit
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