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
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