home-made meal
You can eat me alive from the inside out:
rip my skin away and chop my bones.
I'll let you choke down my flesh and
slit my tummy.
Just hang me upside down
and let my blood drain.
Maybe you'd make dinner,
put my little body in a pot
and serve it to them steaming:
in those china plates from TV.
but mummy: I'd make a pig sick.
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