Like luggage launched hastily,
haphazardly tossed to the ground
Back down
Feet in the air
Stripped of all my glorious hair

There's a fire feeding forks facing each other
upright like they were having a dual,
while two homies are having another
The third was an awkward brother
holding a sharp shaft, pointy at both ends

He poked and prodded at me
looking for a tender spot to push in
The cold metal burned me inside
as I was pierced, I cried
and thought I had died

All three picked me up like a sack
and threw me on the heated rack,
As the fire licked my skin
and burned my flesh,
they took turns turning me
Round and round I went
My goose was cooked
and I felt nothing left inside me at all

I wish I had stayed away from those three
I would never say that mom
didn't try to warn me.