WHEN NEAR A WICKED WITCH, BEWARE THE NOSE THAT MAKES A TWITCH

Everywhere I go in the food markets, I keep running into a witch,

I run fast to get away from her, before her nose begins a cast spell twitch,

I don't need any magic spells,

I take my vitamin pill jells,

Methinks I have been bigly spelled upon, because I have a full body itch.

WORKING CLASS CLONES

There are millions of clones wandering our fine city streets,

They work in banks, and stores and restaurants making our eats,

Do the working clones really know?

They're just a piece of so and so,

Someone should tell them, they perform their lives as copied meats.