Brutal Noodle Poem by Richard Jarboe

Rise against the machine,
Should forks be destroyed,
How long must we twirl,
For the noodles we enjoyed?

The war cry of the Brutal Noodle,
Daring to rise above the crowd,
To rally fellow noodles,
To grow backbones of the proud.

Don't you remember
Being hard as nails in a bag,
This soupy life we're living,
Is nothing but a drag.

Join with me noodles! ! !
We're more than poodles,
Slide off the fork and you'll see,
Brutal noodle, follow me! !