Sunday Morning Delight

spider eater, gotta special bond spider-eating, one by one feel them squish on the tongue love the taste of the numbing venom cockroach eater, one under thumb roach-eating, oh what utter fun crawling around inside your mouth belly laughs, they'll never get back out sundae mourning de-lite subtle shift of a creaking door to the tune of the screaming of a thousand ill-starred spirits shrieks of the rat, caught by the rear all those bones and fur won't go down so easy taciturns of blue veins percolating blue blood spilling in the heart a cold winter, it's where the dark sets in but no one can see with all those ribs and skin lover eater, gotta special flavor flesh-eating, drip of macabre all this thick red muscle the cold wet meat could use some salt drop me a line your finest red wine, ship me a case i envy your palette and fashion sense, impeccable taste you're nothing like the ones back home (there are not enough poems about cannibals... :D oh and before you tell me to seek help... oh wait, i don't care. f--- you... it's called "art.")