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When the lunch bell rings, students groan with dismay
As they choke down mystery meat long after its slay.
With the retched appearance, gagging fills the hall
As students wonder why they must suffer at all.
This slop,
This glop,
No, please, stop
I don't understand
Why you say you feed us by hand
But we look at our plates
And see our fates
It is like staring into the abyss
