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  • Dead Fat Man
    Lying in the grass.

    You almost made it to Burger King,
    but collapsed,
    face down,
    in the shade of a tree.

    Pale skin protected from burning summer sun.

    No flame-broiling for you today!
    You shall not have it your way (though the buzzards might!)
    Dead Fat Man.

    I collect my Whopper
    and drive away.

    (more from the (poorly written) Irreverent Verse)
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