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I feel like a fetal pig
Aborted
and injected with dyes.
I'm stuffed into a jar of formaldehyde
Soon to be on the disection tray,
with a grade twelve student looking down on me.

My arteries are red,
My viens are blue,
On the inside,
I look just like you.

If I turned up my head, and asked you what you've learned, what would you say?
Would it be "nothing..."
Or would you deny that any of us are really dying?

I am Pink or I am Brown.
I am fat.
I live in my own filth.
Who am I??
Wrong! I am not a pig.
I AM Canadian.