The Lieutenant’s Office
—Who bought you? That is my thought.
—As soon as they pay you, you’re bought.
—I’m not some dumb slob:
I won’t risk my damn job!
(Hatcher didn’t get what he sought.)
Some Foul-up at Transport
Soylent green is gone for today,
But if you continue to stay,
You’ll first be puree,
Then someone’s buffet:
The scoops are on their way.
A Visit to the Exchange
—Believe: our chances are slim;
Overwhelming evidence is grim.
—Maybe God sees what’s odd.
—Mr. Roth, what God?
Where are we going to find him?
Tasteless Odorless Crud
When I was a kid, food was food,
But dude, this shit gives me a ‘tude;
Since we’re totally screwed,
Maybe if it’s stewed,
It will taste better once it gets chewed.
In the Church
We've only one way to pig out;
Tell everyone, you’ve gotta shout
From high rise and steeple:
Solylent green is people!
—And that’s what our future’s about.