Killer Tomatoes

Killer Tomatoes

Deep in a science lab that was banned,

we tomatoes were mutated.

The situation got out of hand,

but control is to be prognosticated.

We will attack anything;

the military has no plan.

We just roll over everything-

no one can make a stand.

You can’t just shoot us,

nor can you blow us up.

The scene gets filled with disgust

when you are covered in our guts.

They sent in a secret spy.

He infiltrated a feast we set up,

and there is where he died

When asked for the ketchup.

There is one hope that can’t go wrong.

Sent by the one above,

we hate to hear the song,

and we run from “Puberty Love.”