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Death by Burning Cheese

If I wanted my baby
to grow big and strong
I'd feed her cow's milk
packed with protein
and full of hormones
designed to grow adults
in two short years
 
If I wanted the Earth
to burn quicker
I'd ignore the carrots
and raise more cows
to fire my methane gun
 
If I wanted to try and hoodwink
eight billion people
I'd tell them:
Don't worry
it's only a blip on the sun
 
That's what I'd do
if I wanted to
get rich
 
Written by Abracadabra
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