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.")
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