22 October 2014

Something I'll do

how can you tell you've gone crazy
when you think that raw meat's tasty
and voices over run your head
you pay attention to what's said but it's hazy

it was a stupid thing to do
me taking a bite out of you
I have to say though you taste great
I wish it was you on my plate you know that's true

my intentions weren't to frighten
sight of blood gets me excited
I lose control and go insane
making you last on the food chain I'm delighted

Florette Poem
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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