Don't eat the saw now,
I need it later
to show her how to
cook the skin just right.
After you cut heads-
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop!
Brother tasted so
good when I cut his
thin fingers right off,
and now he lies under
but he's sitting in
the stove- He won't leave.
I keep asking him
when he'll come on out
but the goat keeps at
pestering me so-
The damned goat never
loans, so I eat him,
but he just grows and
grows, without a groan.
Does anyone know
how goats really work?
I think the machine
is broken- Brother
tasted good, but not
before the token --
Satan's token -- red,
and melts in my hands.
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
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