Taken Poem by soren Barrett

Stolen, it was never his, bread meant for another taken without invitation
No permission asked, nothing said, manners forsaken no negotiation
Not a crumb left, just a scent devoured in greedy lascivious bites
Succumbed to theft, virgin loaf rent, defloured, oblivious of sacramental rights
As hours passed, fateful burning the genesis of surged building gas
It sours in an ungrateful gut turning venomous, purged as a vomitus mass
to be eaten by dogs hidden under the table, ribs through skin show
Some sent to the hogs by the stable where in filth such thoughts grow