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Imitation Crab Meat
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Imitation Crab Meat

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

The mice have begun to scatter.
And a few are displaying independent attitudes.
What do you recommend we do to keep them under control?

'Add some hip-hop to that soul music.
And upgrade that cheap wine for some Moet.
Those re-allocated funds have finally arrived.

With the cheese and the Moet with baked bacon,
Wrapped around imitation crab meat...
We should have them soon eating out of our hands.'

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Comments (1)

You forgot the most important part, you can't let them know it is an imitation. That gets out, it becomes scandal of unprecedented proportions. Have you seen what the media does to people who lie to the mice these days. They crucify them with their hand in the competitions pocket. It becomes a bias agenda to destroy the organization by manipulation. And once again they will scatter.