Whispering , feathery footsteps
Swaying, spinning around
Held tight in a dance of death
Lowered slowly to the ground
Dark red stain on a blouse of white
From his chest protrudes a knife
It ticks a beat, then stills, just so
Marking the end of a life
Fireman's carry, explains; "He's drunk"
Back to the lair and away
Another soul that is rotten, gone
No worries, if your child should stray
So, hack away at the body
Strip the meat from the bones
Render the fat for candles
Throw away his stones
Now, he will pay his debt in full
The final dispostion
He will be served to the homeless
Hey, they need some nutrition
Juices from the fingerbones
A bit of flour too
The knuckles cooked 'till very soft
[It makes them easier to chew]
Buttocks are a tasty treat
Made with all those spices
Tongue and eyeballs pickled
Boy, they are the nicest
The coup de grace, is chocolate sauce
Drizzled over crispy skin
Mouth-watering, it crunches
So delicious, it's a sin
There you have it, a gourmet feast
Fit for a king and queen
I'll bet that it's the best free meal
That you have ever seen
Comments
Thank you...
Killer's been away, gathering up new recipes. he's so glad that you approve of his latest efforts. ~ Geezer.
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Gee
Long Pig is served at banquets throughout Micronesia, join us there sometime Killer will love it so much I think Digit may be on holiday there and can't return lol..
Great write as always, Yours Ian
Thank you Ian...
I guess you and Digit are invited to the next soiree. bring your favorite barbecue recipe. ~ Gee.
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The third stanza...
is to explain how he gets the body home, and the quip about not having to worry about your child straying, is to let you know that he is a pedophile. You know Killer only takes bad people. I might have to work on making that clearer. ~ Geez.
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GEE
I read this just before breakfast boy sure stirs my appetite and
stomach. As always Killer poems are always good. One small glitch imho thee used of the word "end" almost back to back
Thanks for...
the heads up on that end. I think I've fixed it properly. Killer says he hopes you had a good breakfast. ~ Gee.
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I have always felt that...
...buttocks could be a very tasty treat.
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Hey Gee, to me it sounds like
Hey Gee, to me it sounds like cannibalism...ugh! Is it? Somebody said it's a pig, but that's not clear in your poem. I'll be back, once you clear that up for me, not sure who Killer is, either. Is he a serial killer from a movie, or a real person, like old Jack the Ripper and so many others?
Good poem, tho' it makes my stomach churn. Especially as I now have to tend to the wound on my leg. I have to wrap it in plastic to have my shower. Right now my daughter put an ice pack on it, as it's inflamed, but far better than a few days ago. Long story, we chatted about it in the chat forum.
I'll be back, Gracy
Gracy
The eating of Humons was prevalent in Micronesia I am not sure but I think the last case was 1957 until Killer and Digit came along it is often referred to as "Long Pig" it tastes like pork lol..
There have been a couple of eating Humons since then A Rugby Team lost in South America was the last. Sorry about your breakfast..
Take care, Yours as always, Ian x
Digit says hello and wants your Address lol
Yes, Gracy...
I am afraid it is cannibalism. Killer is a character that I introduced during my first year here at Neo. He is a staple here during the Halloween season and appears from time to time. He has an alter-ego [twin] named Sir Gee who is very much against Killer's eating of human flesh but... Killer is in control most of the time. He only kills and eats bad people and he is a gourmet chef and serial killer. Sorry to ruin your tending to your leg. Killer and Sir Gee send their regards.
~ Geezer.
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