School Lunches

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Mackenzie Lewis
246 Israel street White Hall, Illinois
United States Minor Outlying Islands

Our school is from outer space,

it could demolish the human race. 

The bread was baked ten years ago, 

the burgers look like they will grow.

The peas are frozen in a box.

 The meatballs taste like solid rocks.

The spinach will give you gangrene, 

the fruit is soaked in gasoline. 

The soup is salty like the sea.

The milk smells like nasty pee.

The Franks explode like TNT,

its so unhealthy can't you see. 

The fries can knock you off your chair.

The corn can make you lose your hair.

The way they cook here is a crime,

so lock 'em up and make 'em pay the time.

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