Japanese Hotdogs (feat. jube jube)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, February 4, 2013 Under: Poetry

What do you call it when a shi-tzu and a bulldog mate?
Dogs roam the streets at night,
Cats scatter in the twilight
But in the end, they sniff each others rear ends
Japanese hotdogs – anything they can get their hands on
That’s what they’re made of,
The Japanese aristocrat lounges in his limousine
Snickering at the fact that he made millions off of
Roadkill found on the streets

Oriental beef slices meat their sticky ends
Yes, they look alike, but are they the same?
Difference and corruption hidden by Earth, fire, water, and cow testacles.
The world population with Tokyo as a shipping dock chugging far behind
Ying yang karate chop the butcher’s waist in half!
Halves, and grass to feed the calves.

What’s on the menu today?
Fried gazelle served on a roast platter.

In : Poetry 

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