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.
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