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Oh the onion ring,
Such a confused and battered vegetable
It is tramped in its infancy,
And enters puberty in a shower of tears
It grows, offering only
A small, poorly wrapped present
With the smell of one left behind the tree
For three years, and containing something
Perishable.

The executioner sobs as the
Lady Guillotine severs it from the world,
The sadist rips free its skin
And the undertaker mummies the meat,
So that it might flounder longer
Before sinking to utter destruction
In a boiling vat of blood from
It’s fallen brethren
It floats,
A fallen cloud, and wills its vapors up to
Heaven
That someday one might come forth and
Deliver it unto the land of beauty and freedom

And then, suddenly,
God answers, his might lifting up
The solid night, like a lid,
And letting day flood forth again

And, see, the onion ring rises
From its bed of death,
In a golden halo of splendor
And hangs, suspended, as a message to all
Before plummeting back unto a white, barren land,
And slowly bleeding out

Description
Oh the onion ring,
Such a confused and battered vegetable
It is tramped in its infancy,
And enters puberty in a shower of tears
It grows, offering only
A small, poorly wrapped present
With the smell of one left behind the tree
For three years, and containing something
Perishable.

The executioner sobs as the
Lady Guillotine severs it from the world,
The sadist rips free its skin
And the undertaker mummies the meat,
So that it might flounder longer
Before sinking to utter destruction
In a boiling vat of blood from
It’s fallen brethren
It floats,
A fallen cloud, and wills its vapors up to
Heaven
That someday one might come forth and
Deliver it unto the land of beauty and freedom

And then, suddenly,
God answers, his might lifting up
The solid night, like a lid,
And letting day flood forth again

And, see, the onion ring rises
From its bed of death,
In a golden halo of splendor
And hangs, suspended, as a message to all
Before plummeting back unto a white, barren land,
And slowly bleeding out