Our starched moral rectors play dismay well,
Their mouths open, aghast at the bloody mess
Made of what they try so hard to sanitize.
First, the teens are taught to be meat puppets.
Then, we throw twenty-five of them,
An unmatched set, into a big, sweltering melting pot.
Finally, we tell them to grind it out for a year.
Didn't anyone know this is the recipe for sausage?
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