An Ode To My French Fry
My oh my
How I live to die
For this delicious fry
What else would I want in life
Besides my health cut with a knife
The knife of a shortened life
We have created a deadly wonder
So addicting we all fall under
The spell, our innocents it plunders
The love I feel will never go
I’m trapped so now the world must know
America’s pants, we shall outgrow
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