I am The Corn Flake King
I eat many cornflakes
like a brontosaur momping its meal
I am the price of cereal
in U.S.A downsized charity
I am the one in the market hoarding up
crunch of gruel sloth feed need
Our mouths maw corn, flake thoughts
Read the boxes and trance out …
Read the boxes and trance out …
Read the boxes and trance out …
Read the boxes and trance out …
           Trance …
          Think of mid-nation
       Throbbing out food to the masses
It's enormous, ENORMOUS
And in my kitchen salad dressing hell
suppertime is a used carwreck
(SPELLCHECK!)
I eat the day on cornflakes
for I am The Corn Flake King
and our trough is full
and the herd rumbles
like a congress of hungry swine
and cornflake addiction
is a psychological tax
you voted to pay.