if you take a tennis ball
soak it in kool-aid
and implant it in a fresh loaf of wonderbread
you get something very special
and very disturbing

someone old and wise
or maybe just jeff goldblum
warned about fucking with nature
but fucking with mass production
can be even weirder

here’s what you get:
babies you can eat
babies you can drink
and babies you get pummel with a racket

you get:
the most fantastic birth you’ll ever witness
twice as nice per slice
bleached babies in a bag

and if you have the patience
they’ll grow up to be sourdough celebrities
and pizza paparazzi
strutting their stuff
and fanning their feathers
in glistening high definition


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