Cold Cuts...

As he worked away, he just sang a song
Elvis, I think it was
Sang "Love Me Tender, love me true
Sang it just because

He cuts and trims the meat from bone
Makes slabs of fatty thigh
He's gonna smoke them, spice them up
Anticipates with a sigh

Such sweet meat, he thinks aloud
Can't wait until it's done
I'll have plenty of luncheon meat
And preparing is such fun

His memories of the kill each time
Like photographs in color
He savors some in retrospect
More than any other

The time he slew that ganglord "Vice"
For raping little girls
He'd made him into steak and roast
Oh, those biceps made from "curls"

The time he made the musician dance
Electricity all a hum
Danced and swiveled across the stage
Guitar stuck up his bum

Mc Donald's employee french fried hands
Lips in secret sauce
Faces stuck to the grill, overdone
How ya like that, Boss?

But this one is special, don't ya know?
He was such a heartless one
Smashed old ladies heads and cut them
Asked why, "Just, having fun!"

So from a cold and monsterous man
To becoming luncheon meat
Smoked and cured, delicious stuff
Cold cuts sure are neat!
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