K: She used to be a grazing beauty,
   proud and standing tall.
   Now she is a greasy stain
   upon Mcdonalds wall.cy bing: They took away her son
         they processed her daughter,
         tell me, anyone,
         will we ever end the slaughter?
Cynic: Alas, I fear not anytime soon,
       And my hunger makes me say so.
       She suits me better on a bun
       With pickles, lettuce, and tomato.
K: When you're done your feasting,
   your battle has begun
   as colon cancer wars within
   the death upon your bun.
M: And so we warn you Cynic,
   to the errors of your ways,
   don't gorge yourself McDonalds style,
   the pain will last for days.
None.