Death is served, bon appetit.
We look good enough to eat.
The cupcake that the world is
Has a lot of calories.
You are jam, I'm crustless bread
So delicious on a plate, -
We both make up the dessert,
Its two main ingredients.
Ready for the tea party,
Saturn turned on the TV
To watch the bomb being dropped
To eat us to the last crumb.
When the world turns into toast
And is full of hungry ghosts,
May Saturn eat it alive
Burping with good appetite...