The okra spoiled in its container
Of porous stone, as the lake
Teemed with salted fish, plainer
Than white clothes in colorful motion
Homemade bread filled with cyanide
And black birds baked into pies
All the way to sunday school, the whole ride
As the clergy men tell gilded lies
And all the critters
Eat pumpkin fritters
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