Just the type for tripe
Substance and hype
The raw material for the human fable
That brought to earth, Cain and Abel
French fries, hash browns and other delicacies uber
Owe their yumminess to this divine tuber
Chatter between two earless walls
Unwilling to concede the true or false
The gleesome noise
From a stomach that enjoys
Keeper of the scum
The unwanted's chum
A pile of semolina, rice or vermicelli
Devoured by the South Indian belly
In which, the batsmen are on steroids
And bowlers have hemorrhoids.
The cotton fig leaf
Offering dignity in brief
Got no opinion, got no spine
Was born to be a servile swine
The enemy of sweets
And delicious eats.
The braggart's brag
The stand up's gag
An echo chamber of likes
For people who make you go yikes
Science is his braille
Evolution, his holy grail
The reptile on the wall
Watching man, rise and fall
A salty donut munchie
Best eaten crunchy
Played in Lords, Oval and The Gabba
Attracts as many as the Kaaba.
The working class sickle
The chant of nations in a pickle
The utopian locomotive
Running on no profit motive
Tick tock, tick tock and a chime
Measuring every quirk of time
