Crossbite
Some wise-man expounded that a knife and a fork
Seperate men from their simian ancestors
I'm not so sure
Certain people should show
Their true colors
And cram the food straight
Into their face
Ram the grub right
Down their throats
Fingers and all
Grunting
Flatulating
Staring ahead blankly
Streaming grease begins swinging
From a cinderblock chin
Thus soiling their near perfect
Tuxedo
Opposing appendages are great
For ripping flesh from the bone
And fastening bow ties
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