Silhouette espiègle, sors de mes pensées
Retourne aux comptoirs et couteaux affilés

Prépare les assiettes les plus sublimes
Décorées d’or, de boutons de capucines

Saupoudrées de magie. L’odeur ensorcelle
Les papilles de tes gastronomiques fidèles

Qui t’ont fait oublier l’amour depuis avril
Sens-tu la bise de septembre fébrile?


(T’ennuies-tu toujours de moi?)

stretched, widening grins
plastered in red lipstick
and a smirk beloved
clapping heels and twirling skirts.

spilling red wine soaked into cloth
oozing smell of a cheeses and wood,
of cobblestone streets and cracking walls,

laughter, trickling down the brisk night air
the alleyway tight and sparkling,
the night alive with an affair
between moon and cuisine,
between human and love

Sit right down let me tell you what we serve
You might think it quite absurd
But we only have just one dish
And it might even be what you wish

But apathy is our only course
I hope that is your choice
It's very easy to prepare
And everybody can have their share
If you don't like it we don't care

Empathy use to be our greatest cuisine
It really was quite supreme
But serving it was such a pain
And to admit it we are all just to vain
It took to much time
And it didn't pay a dime
We had to layer in the flavors
Of truly caring, love, patience, and of course life savers

Who has time for all of that, not us
We don't need all the fuss
For we only care about our own
To care about strangers we're not prone
Your tears we care nothing about
So just sit over there and pout

For we only serve one thing here.......apathy
We are to self-absorbed for.......empathy

A gummy connoisseur,
The worms that I prefer
Are red with human blood.
They're just so ******* good!

O.O

The very finest cat-man stew
Is made and served in Kathmandu.  

O.O

Give 'em a try, and feel the rush!
    Virility and skittish flight
Are pent up in their potent taste—
    Like a billion bunnies in a bite!

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