I am but a piece of meat,
Sopping wet,
So plump and sweet.
Organs, bones, and flesh so plump,
Easy to bleed, scratch, and lump,
Cut me open, figure me out.
Study me, harvest me,
“For the better good,”
As I’m a mere fleshy lump.
Just a walking piece of flesh and meat,
My organs pump,
My body molds.
All it leaves are such thin bones,
Once I leave this mortal plane,
Not plump and meaty but thin and dry.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 6:12 PM UTC
I am but a piece of meat,
Sopping wet,
So plump and sweet.
Organs, bones, and flesh so plump,
Easy to bleed, scratch, and lump,
Cut me open, figure me out.
Study me, harvest me,
“For the better good,”
As I’m a mere fleshy lump.
Just a walking piece of flesh and meat,
My organs pump,
My body molds.
All it leaves are such thin bones,
Once I leave this mortal plane,
Not plump and meaty but thin and dry.