Beefy

No bones to pick… spineless
Can’t fight or escape
Insanity; their mindless
Pounds of flesh delayed
The sweet sounds of silence
Here I am a slave

Gnashing my teeth… in Hell
I can’t beat the heat
What’s after this, pray tell
Came here willing
For what, my soul to sell
How badly do I need?

To be sandwiched, a rock and the hard place
Am I really so hungry
I don’t want to stay
But I need the money
Yet to neither work nor play
Wouldn’t bother me

My goose is cooked
Better to be a live chicken than a dead duck
But chickens get fried; I look
So am I out of luck
Like it says in the good book
We’re fucked

So bite me
And don’t forget to wipe
If this is the way I leave
At least it’s with a pipe
How much shit do you really need
Hardee’s is a lie

Do I have a beef?
The way you treating me
Brother’s gotta eat
But Taco Bell’s less Beefy

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