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Medium Rare
Can you smell what’s in the air?
I bring kids to my backyard, the white people stare.
8 year olds, 9 year olds, babies galore!
They came in pairs, but they’re grouped by four.
I took them fresh right out of their cribs,
Put ‘em on the grill for baby back ribs.
They laid on the slots right above the fire,
Then I blasted the gas to make the temperature higher.
Human burgers on the menu today,
Some say it’s nasty, I think it’s okay!
Mustard, ketchup, pepper, salt,
Some blame me, I say it’s God's fault.
Smell the flesh as it begins to sizzle,
Use my special sauce for a generous drizzle.
The burgers were wonderful, my best ones yet,
All this heat makes me start to sweat!
I bring the kids to my backyard, the white people stare,
I cooked all the babies medium rare.
I bring kids to my backyard, the white people stare.
8 year olds, 9 year olds, babies galore!
They came in pairs, but they’re grouped by four.
I took them fresh right out of their cribs,
Put ‘em on the grill for baby back ribs.
They laid on the slots right above the fire,
Then I blasted the gas to make the temperature higher.
Human burgers on the menu today,
Some say it’s nasty, I think it’s okay!
Mustard, ketchup, pepper, salt,
Some blame me, I say it’s God's fault.
Smell the flesh as it begins to sizzle,
Use my special sauce for a generous drizzle.
The burgers were wonderful, my best ones yet,
All this heat makes me start to sweat!
I bring the kids to my backyard, the white people stare,
I cooked all the babies medium rare.
Published 7th Jul 2021
| Edited 10th Aug 2021
Author's Note
John Wilkes Lincoln enjoys the Fourth of July with his favorite things in the world. Beer. Family. And Barbeque. Join John as he reminds us of what truly matters in today's society. The pointless polarization of our great nation must come together to celebrate the founding of the world's light. So grab a cold one, grab your family, and enjoy Medium Rare.
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7th Jul 2021 11:12pm
I love the contrast that this poem provides between a fun backyard barbeque and the horrible cooking of infant children. This poem keeps me engaged from the start to the end and just when I think the poem is about to get boring, an exciting line keeps me engaged. The imagery is wonderful as well and takes me back to my days as a child at the family backyard barbeques. I can just taste those baby burgers in my mouth. Yum!
