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![]() Sorry to Hear Your Dinner Was Genetically ModifiedSorry to hear your dinner was genetically modified This includes the fruit juice placed into your cup Watch your intestines become instantly horrified When they attempt to absorb, a little bit of tasty, “Ground Up” Mymantos promised they knew all the answers “We can now feed the world with our modified best” A few Mymantos meals and no more Belly Dancers There will be no one to feed, when no one can digest The farmers in Kansas used to show off their wheat Livestock thrived, on barnyard feed The Supreme Court led, the farmers into abysmal defeat Allowing Mymantos , a poisonous seed The corn is as high as an elephant’s eye But the food industry is in a lethal infernal Nobody can eat it, not even a fruit fly Risk your life, munching on a Mymantos, genetic kernel Baby formula is perfected, does wonders for their health Bottle feeders, enjoy precious days of motherhood For Mymantos, each birth brings them added precious wealth Who cares, if babies attain, normal adulthood Soybeans and rice, your weekly loaf of bread Vaunted Cheerios, and now even, Bisquik Canola and honey, will help make you dead It takes only, a bowl of Wheaties, to get sick Obama promised, all GMO foods to be labeled With the FDA, Obama promised decisive, presidential action When Obama picked Mymantos men, the idea became tabled Four more years, of GMO, inaction Sorry to hear your dinner was genetically modified Each Mymantos legal suit, is a health conscious, sad retreat Sorry to hear your dinner was genetically modified In a few more years, there will be nothing, left for us to eat Send this Whackocard to your friends! |