Spaghetti noodles shrug off the sauces
standing proudly they declare their freedom
independent noodles speak out loudly
down with Italy, slurp us up for free
From the edge of the plate comes rude snarling
the war machine cleans up its ruddy mess
From overhead comes the iron death spikes
twirling and cutting, noodle parts scatter
There will be many casualties to come
bloody as saltines marching through red square
the pacifist spaghetti had no chance
near a pack of mechanical crackers
