As I was walking down the street,

I saw several women protesting the price of meat;

it reminded me of a past experience I knew,

and what I saw one ill-fated person do.

I was young and looking for a place to rest,

as I walked down the streets of Budapest.

I happened upon a ragged looking monk

by the name of Ish-Nu Vishnu Spunk.

He was carrying a protest sign

written in a language other than mine.

I heard him scream of ceaseless wars.

and why couldn’t there be a few more.

Suddenly he grabbed a can of gas

and drenched himself from his head to the grass!

Before his hand I could catch,

in it he held a trembling match!

And as I watched his life expire

in a burst of blazing fire,

I thought what a brilliant form of protest to do,

to make yourself into a human barbecue.

We all stood around and watched him burn,

and knew there was so much more to learn.

With a tear in my eye I asked another fellow,

“Hey buddy, do you have another marshmallow?”