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