Led through a narrow opening
Into a cutting room
Prepared to cut your throat
One liver
One skin
One leg
One arm
All the good to cook you for
Good pig
Nice piggy
No heart or soul
Could harm you
The cage is your home
Decapitation is your destiny
Pretty little birdy
Your remains are for sale
We'll steal you
And abuse you
And break you
If necessary
Carve them up
Cut them out
Kill them
For my pleasure
Barbaric, you say?
It's only food
Watch that corpse sizzle
You're my food
You're my clothes
You're dead
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Unwilled, and Other Poems
PoesíaThis is a strange mix of poems. Some are about depression, gender identity, mythology, Communism, and there's even a few inspired by religious texts. The only poetry collection that has Ingmar Bergman, Buddhism and Ivan the Terrible in it. If there'...
