I pierce its head, then it's dead,
My lunch will be good.
It was a good decision to come here,
Disposable humans sold for food.
Yes, believe you me,
This chap was just rupee one, the cripple son.
The mother wanted to get rid of it,
But environmentally no harm done.
I like the chonky ones more,
The fat gives me a good night sleep.
I hate to keep them alive,
They either stink or weep.
Promised to fry a married couple,
To an eternal bliss they'd go.
They have some bullshit fiction cooked up,
Superstitious animals far too low.
My shit hasn't been regular,
Got to chew the bones a little more.
I heard children screaming once,
When I mouthed a score.
