Tonight's Feast Poem by Carl Carl

Tonight's Feast



I ponder what I did
And think if I should kid
I look at the wall
As I make their bodies fall
I clean up the mess
Cuz these bodies are my best
As I wipe the blood clean
I pray nobody has seen
I knew them all my life
I prayed one would be my wife
My muscles hurt form dead weight
Is this to be my fate
I hear the police
So I better start the feast
Shing Shing Shing the knife went
I cook to the perfect sent
I dread the nosies I hear
Cuz they fill me with fear
Fear that I won't be ready
As I cut up big Betty

I hear the police coming in
I put the spares into a bin
I turn the sign to open
The police walk in
I hope this is not a sin
The police come
I serve them my mum
Plates of perfect meat
I watch as they bite deep
When they were done
I had my fun

I served them their final course
With enough kick to take down a horse
When the drug made them numb
I thought "How dumb they were, How dumb"
As I chop up the police
I prepare for the next feast

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