It has just been fried at 2-0-5,
Raise the temp, the pathogens die.
From swine I'm changin'; on pork I've cut back,
But a fever nasty grips me 'cause the brisket's bad.

Eat meat high-fried--should be alright,
But I ache from salmonella plight.
You get trichinosis from a porcine stew,
So that is why I switched to meat that once went "moo."

But this brisket, this brisket,
This brisket's bad. . .
Salmonella--hope the cattle weren't mad.
There's no risk in this brisket
I had bet--a bad move.
My intestines are grooved
By creatures with hooves.

With just ptomaine, there'd be less pain--
Swelled butthole droppin' till drained.
I'm gonna join the vegan fad
And swear off those nasty tidbits,
Like brisket that's bad.