This is what my ideal day’s menu would look like
For breakfast, I’d like your tongue, pan fried
In between two toasted slices of wholegrain bread
Some chutney, too, made from your testicles/ovaries
Mid-morning, I’d like some of your fingers, fried
With peanut butter and cheese
Toe chips would serve just as well
Get me your liver, steamed, for lunch
Topped with peppered mustard leaves and veggies
Some fingers too, grilled this time
With my evening tea, I’d like some skin crispies
Roasted over a slow flame
Preferably still on you when it’s served
My dinner, I’d like it to be wholesome
Let it start with a quart of your blood
Some sautéed kidney strips and Thai thigh curry
Served on a bed of buttered rice
If this much you cannot do
I have a humble request to make
Keep the other living beings, off my menu as well
Or fear the day I am in charge of hell’s kitchen
For you will be there, sure as hell
Await I shall, with bated breath
To make a sumptuous meal of you
For breakfast, I’d like your tongue, pan fried
In between two toasted slices of wholegrain bread
Some chutney, too, made from your testicles/ovaries
Mid-morning, I’d like some of your fingers, fried
With peanut butter and cheese
Toe chips would serve just as well
Get me your liver, steamed, for lunch
Topped with peppered mustard leaves and veggies
Some fingers too, grilled this time
With my evening tea, I’d like some skin crispies
Roasted over a slow flame
Preferably still on you when it’s served
My dinner, I’d like it to be wholesome
Let it start with a quart of your blood
Some sautéed kidney strips and Thai thigh curry
Served on a bed of buttered rice
If this much you cannot do
I have a humble request to make
Keep the other living beings, off my menu as well
Or fear the day I am in charge of hell’s kitchen
For you will be there, sure as hell
Await I shall, with bated breath
To make a sumptuous meal of you
Image by Jeroným Pelikovský from Pixabay
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