Soulful Cookin’ By Christopher Mccuin Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Christopher McCuin will not have his day in court,
He had been in the works for a cooking book,
A Soul Food Cooking Book,
Are you fixin’ to get “white-eyed peas”?
Do you prefer your greens with some “hot mama” sauce?
Do you prefer the rump or the ribs?

Chris became a murdering louse.
McCuin,26, of Tyler, was charged with capital murder in January in the death of 21-year-old Jana Shearer, of Whitehouse.
This is no Hollywood movie,
this is not an Urban fable.

(Police said they found an ear boiling in a pot on a stovetop at the crime scene, and a hunk of flesh on a plate and impaled on a fork at the kitchen table.)

Could it be The Silence of the Lambs?
That she would be a food for him?
Not a dog or cat food such as IAMS.

Could you pass the salt please?

Jana looked as sweet as in Sweet Potato Pie,
Justin Wilson says “Pass the Awenions.”
“Just needs some peppa.”
“Kick it up a notch” is what Emeril said
“She needs some Were chest tur shire (did he mean Worcestershire?) Sauce”
said Chef Prudhomme.
Jana had to die,
For Christopher to wipe her up on his plate with his cornbread.
Just boil the greens with ham(string) hocks and you gonna’ see,

'We've all been worried about her mother having to go through everything again in court. You don't want her to have to deal with it, but I guess God stepped in and took over. It's kind of a relief, ' she said.
'I feel bad for his family.'

God stepped in, I believe,
- with a little help from mortal intervention,
McCuin would not make it out of detention,
“Give the devil his due” without all of the fuss.
Christopher supposedly hung himself but all is not lost,
Because however he met his fate that was justice,
Sparing the tax payers and the judicial courts time and cost.

(12-12-08)