lunchtime at school is always amusing
but the food is nothing to laugh about
the ingredients used are quite confusing
dishes to table via livestock anal route.
half an hour is ill-enough time
to swallow up the unbearable rations
the milk teems with pneumogastric slime;
a mutagen that forms an alien nation.
while the food service efforts its best
to create for us a sensible meal,
the results we all do detest,
stomachs pangs protest and squeal.
     i choke and gag and vomit on the floor
     everyone with the sickness, where's the doctor?

*really awful, but fun poem written back in september of '95.