Ochsa and Poetry

At OCHSA, in poetry class today a dead body lay on the floor and hungry starved commercial dancers came in to feast. Crunching on the toe nail chips drinking in the eyeballs feasting on the spaghetti and meatball hair slipping on the soup of tongue. Ripping at the flesh like carnivorous dinosaurs of old feasting on fallen herbivores nummy, slurp, gulp. I walked in on the middle of this fray only bones were left, aww, poor people We really shouldn't feed the lions but maybe commercial dancers are the exception! a/n: this was written for a Halloween contest at OCHSA but they told us no zombies and ect so this is what happened! Yes commercial dancers can be scary when they are hungry enough!