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Bard Jun 2020
Go out to the tarmac shove a pig into dirt
Listen to the squeal make sure it hurt
Hogtie'em smack'em on the *** into the van
collect'em off the street and can them in the tan
Ford Transit then we off to the chop shop
The ****** butchers gonna cut some cop
Drag them up feet first arms tied to the side
Hang em up to dry over a reservoir for the gore
Cut the cartery artery while they cry no more
Whats it all for, whats it all for, a long pig cookout
A hairless goat bled out now its time to get guts out
Bleed slows to a drip time to take a head simply twist
Off it comes like pop easy as a ******* croptop
Get your blade nice and sharpish cuz next on the list
Is skinning a cop shave off fuzz into the slop
Then drag a knife from the plexus to the ****
Tie off the **** and yank the excess its painless
**** up and you can try again pick another off the herd
Cut up  again and again plenty of pork to slaughter
Almost ready for the grill party just gotta get meat ready
Detach arms, halve and quarter, keep your hands steady
Time to get out the coriander and chili powder
Hammer with a tenderizer on the counter
Cuts of steaks without any guilt, all free range
As I bite into a roast I make a toast to my rage
That made this deranged cookout, pig liver on toast
With some grits and cornbread as the feds approach
Hundred cops'll will roll on the grillmaster
Hundred shots out swiss cheesed by the *******
Read in the paper a monster cop killer
Killed for fighting the terror with terror
I'm so tired, of listening to the last words of people as cops torture them to death. I don't condone ****** or ****** cannibalism, but I need to express my frustration.
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
It goes without say

marrying into a family of cannibals

is not a good idea

your first argument as a couple

might not go so well
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
Winter camp,
snowbound bunch.
Uncertain smile,
what's for lunch?

The forlorn hope is grim.
Mrs. Murphy says to
commence on Milt, and
unceremoniously eat him.
Raven Feb 2020
I want to dream more about flesh being eaten
How the blood in my mouth would begin to sweeten
Soft meat would part between my teeth
I took it from you, does that make me a thief?
I could not decide for where to start
So I took your whole body apart
All those delicious fresh slices
Adding only the best of spices
In each part of you can then be found relish
But don't fret, I'm not that selfish
At times I am quite generous
As if I couldn't share, how ludicrous !
I would invite my friends to a soirée
And greet all of them with a delighted enchanté
An entire evening we would feast on your meat
And I would fondly recall how prettily you bleed
We shall repeat this again and again
Until nothing remains for me to eat and torment
Raven Feb 2020
I will eat you up
A piece of your flesh
Don’t tell me to stop
It needs to be fresh

A clean cut
To the bone
Blood to ****
I hear you moan

Let me cook
For both of us
Give it a look
You’re delicious
ava Dec 2019
from nerves, I cannibalise my fingers
my blood clots, and dries out
crusty and painful
yet I keep on pressing, biting
because it gives me focus
a sick type of satisfaction,
a sense of control.

I whine tears leak out, my eyelids stuttering,
Tired
my fingers bit, bone exposed and ******
my fingernails and fingerprints
all gone,
remains lay in my stomach
acid consuming the scraps of skin
this is what I call my very own cannibalism.
Sana Dec 2019
A boy would wake up every morning hungry
As if during the night his insides fed on themselves and needed more.
“I could eat a horse!” he said, but nobody believed him
Until he did. And then it was a tree. And a skyscraper. And the boy’s mother who at first smiled and called him her growing boy
became frightened because his appetite didn’t run in the blood, she kept him in the house                                                        
and­ she didn’t understand when he said “I want to know the world” or the way he begged her for just a bite of mountain or even a metro station. Brick sandwich.
“I could eat the moon” he would say. He will never eat the moon. Not because he doesn’t love it
There is only one, he says, and he will not long for it anymore after it is inside of him, and the longing is part of knowing.
I think im hungry
A Simillacrum Sep 2019
Burn all the books,
bibles, effigies.
Halal the deities.
Eating never felt
this **** filling.
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