I drift off, twisted and fixed on a fable.  
This rip off tale of a giant slain and laying on a table.
He used to feed a thousand families.  
but the needy, greedy couldn’t wait for the mans day
to come round, and for it to end naturally.
so they started hacking with their forks, corking
bottles left and right, feasting amply for a single night.
The sport of slaughter calmly done in spite.