Pre-Soylent Green
Synthetic Supper
I had a synthetic supper. that's what I had
can't say it was delicious, can't say that it was bad
a synthetic supper is just what I got
it's nothing like a good bed, it's more like a cot
a synthetic supper always keeps it shape
chop it or disguise it, recipes still escape
a synthetic supper we bow our head for grace
hollow prayers unanswered nothing helped the taste
a synthetic supper, my place, my time
and now some Elvis
words by roman blazic_all rights reserved
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