-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.25 Sep 2003

I once lived on a foetus farm, you know. Ghastly work, especially in monsoon season. The fields were often utterly awash with unformed hearts and amniotic sacs. Of course we made do with what we had, and in fact it was my uncle who invented cheese & amnion flavoured crisps and sold the formula to Walkers (who renamed it at once). This poeme is rubbish though.