I Am A Cannibal Poem by Tina Ashok

I Starve. I haven’t been fed.
But I hate butter and bread.
I’m hungry - I need to eat.
And I prefer only flesh and meat.

For Today, my meal is You
Because you’re fresh and new.
I don’t want potato finger chips
But your eyes, ears and lovely lips.

Have no doubt. I am a Beast.
I shall take you up as my feast.
I’ll start by gobbling your neck at first.
I’ll drink your blood - to quench my thirst.

Arms, chest, abdomen and calf -
Part by part - I’ll finish you off.
You can’t escape my hands, as you’re tender.
I think, now it’s better for you to surrender.