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Rice Cakes
I am sick of rice cakes, I don’t know why I eat them
Even with apple flavor and cinnamon, I sorrowfully greet them
With stomach grumbling starving and that’s all there are
Sometimes I feel I could take and throw them in the yard
Into the junk bin for them would not be a disgrace
That is where they belong, it is their rightful place
Once they were delightful and completely very tasty
Now they are a drudge of life, and even a little pasty
What a bland, dull, uninspiring bore
How was it that at one time I could eat them and adore
The taste,, the texture, the... oh god, what can I say
I would eat anything else, I would even a great price pay
But, oh no, I’m stuck with rice cakes, the Quaker Oats kind
Who could invent such a silly unsavory thing to leave behind
For us to think they’re so good, we buy them in great bulk
And find out that they are for someone like the green inhuman Hulk
I’d give it all to him if I knew where to find him with great ease
I’m sure someone like him, the rice cakes would greatly please
Well, now I’m hungry once again, where are the damned things
They’re never there when you need them, no one to you brings
The stupid rice cakes that you never really wanted
I truly think they’re hiding, a cruel spectre haunted
For who would put them in a simple place where they’d be found
No one, absolutely no one, except a demented clown.
