Mine

by Brian

Mine you stupid vegetable.
Stop judging me.
I am to old to care, to young to scare.

Ever wonder what its like to peel the skin off your breasts?
I know someone who can show you.

Lightly I hold her delicate hand while I baste her with juices,
Her flesh slowly turning golden brown over the fire.
Wow, how simple it was to impale her on the spit.
 

Ever feel like someone's watching you?
They are.

I started to write a song but in turned into a mouse and scurried away.
The cat got frightened and puked up a hairball that looked like a mushroom.
I wonder what he had ate.

Time to turn the meat.
I think I used a bit to much rosemary.
It should still taste quite good.

Ever wonder if you could slit your own throat?
You might save the world if you could.. maybe you should.

The butcher said the meat was from the best whore in the barn.
She only screeched for a few hours before he lopped off her head.
Supposedly it makes her taste better.

I went on a journey in the pit of my head.
I had a hard time coming back.
Got lost in the frontal lobe.

I am hungry.

Damn I BBQ a mean chicken

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