Oh,
guardian of granulated goodness.
You really know how to spice
up the bland meal called life.
Just give a little shake
and watch as the fire shoots out
of the cracks in your flesh.
It is the best way to melt
the paper-thin moral flesh.
Oh,
pepper shaker.
I would have to fly,
to another country,
to meet your maker.
A falling pride
and a porcelain faker.
One too many shakes
and we all fall down.
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