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Now that old folks are supposed to eat red meat

Fritz Hamilton

Now that old folks are supposed to eat red meat,
I start to eat my hand, but I have a rotten molar &
a chicken’s heart/ the blood pours from

my digit, & I start to fidget/ I
have PTSD, &
this doesn’t help/ it’ll be the

death of me, & I yelp/ a
pitbull comes to finish me off, &
my head I dolph/ he

takes one bite, & I’m headless/ I
gush blood & make a mess/ it’s
a relief, I must confess/ no more must I

live this life of constant
misery & strife/ I take my
butter knife & shove it in my flabby heart/ they

boil my heart & kidney/ it’s a
culinary art/ they boil my
liver too making a deplorable stew that

nobody cares to eat/ would you?/ they
cut out my stomach & now I
have no stomach for it/ they

eat my head as sweet bread/ all a
bit repulsive, so it’s said/ they
hang my ribs in a locker, but

when they see I’m rather short, they
remove them & eat shortribs/ soon
I’m totally consumed &

thoroughly doomed,
buried & exhumed &
exhibited with

distaste as
human
waste ...

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