Dining With Cannibals - Poem by Pasquale DiMeola
'Two Bloody Marys.'
he ordered, rubbing hands together.
'It's a lucrative enterprise, '
she gleamed with cauldron eyes.
He fingered out the rib meat between
his teeth and placed the tidbits
onto a heart shaped napkin.
'Isn't the liver to die for? '
'It is, however you must carve it with care, '
'Oh, I never crush the cash cows, '
she reiterated. 'Cash cows will transform into sports cars.'
Gravy dribbled around his lips as he laughed bombastically.
The waiter cleared the table of plates and asked,
He looked at his female companion and blurted,
'It's your call.'
She boldly smiled to reply, 'Yes, after all,
it is a woman's right to choose.'
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