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Of a youthful age,
I stumbled across the rarest of luxuries,
It was scarlet, uncooked, meat
Beef - If I remember accurately.
I sampled this foodstuff,
So tender, so soft,
I liked, I like a lot...
It was of an acquired taste, I thought
I could not get enough
Of this wonderful, wonderful food,
Sheep, cow, big and birds,
Sometimes devoured whole
But as I grew,
So did my flavour,
I wanted more than this standard food.
I looked for something a little closer to home...
It is bewildering, how
Both the senior people, and the juvenile
Have the same naivety...
But a completely diverse savour.
I used deception,
In order to get them into a condition, of anxiety
When they turned,
I dashed my teeth into the skull.
Screaming. Shouting.... Laughing,
As I experienced this taste, I had searched for
So tender so soft...
No cooking involved, I had adapted to
This very acquired taste.
Off the legs I fed, arms
Back, face. Spare no meat...
This taste so acquired, so tender.
I felt powerful.
But I knew my day would end sometime.
The little boy, strolling
'Come over here', ' I have something for you'
I stumbled across the rarest of luxuries,
It was scarlet, uncooked, meat
Beef - If I remember accurately.
I sampled this foodstuff,
So tender, so soft,
I liked, I like a lot...
It was of an acquired taste, I thought
I could not get enough
Of this wonderful, wonderful food,
Sheep, cow, big and birds,
Sometimes devoured whole
But as I grew,
So did my flavour,
I wanted more than this standard food.
I looked for something a little closer to home...
It is bewildering, how
Both the senior people, and the juvenile
Have the same naivety...
But a completely diverse savour.
I used deception,
In order to get them into a condition, of anxiety
When they turned,
I dashed my teeth into the skull.
Screaming. Shouting.... Laughing,
As I experienced this taste, I had searched for
So tender so soft...
No cooking involved, I had adapted to
This very acquired taste.
Off the legs I fed, arms
Back, face. Spare no meat...
This taste so acquired, so tender.
I felt powerful.
But I knew my day would end sometime.
The little boy, strolling
'Come over here', ' I have something for you'
Mouth full of flesh,
The taste, somewhat metallic,
I look up,
The boys eyes fixated on the man across the street...
We approah him.
The taste, somewhat metallic,
I look up,
The boys eyes fixated on the man across the street...
We approah him.
Good.
*Sits back down to kidney and a nice chianti*
*Sits back down to kidney and a nice chianti*
I am genuinely scared.
I watch in awe as he sinks his teeth into my neighbour...
'It's of an acquired taste' says he, as he continues to feast...
'It's of an acquired taste' says he, as he continues to feast...
Of a youthful age,
I stumbled across the rarest of luxuries,
It was scarlet, uncooked, meat
Beef - If I remember accurately.
I sampled this foodstuff,
So tender, so soft,
I liked, I like a lot...
It was of an acquired taste, I thought
I could not get enough
Of this wonderful, wonderful food,
Sheep, cow, big and birds,
Sometimes devoured whole
But as I grew,
So did my flavour,
I wanted more than this standard food.
I looked for something a little closer to home...
It is bewildering, how
Both the senior people, and the juvenile
Have the same naivety...
But a completely diverse savour.
I used deception,
In order to get them into a condition, of anxiety
When they turned,
I dashed my teeth into the skull.
Screaming. Shouting.... Laughing,
As I experienced this taste, I had searched for
So tender so soft...
No cooking involved, I had adapted to
This very acquired taste.
Off the legs I fed, arms
Back, face. Spare no meat...
This taste so acquired, so tender.
I felt powerful.
But I knew my day would end sometime.
The little boy, strolling
'Come over here', ' I have something for you'
I stumbled across the rarest of luxuries,
It was scarlet, uncooked, meat
Beef - If I remember accurately.
I sampled this foodstuff,
So tender, so soft,
I liked, I like a lot...
It was of an acquired taste, I thought
I could not get enough
Of this wonderful, wonderful food,
Sheep, cow, big and birds,
Sometimes devoured whole
But as I grew,
So did my flavour,
I wanted more than this standard food.
I looked for something a little closer to home...
It is bewildering, how
Both the senior people, and the juvenile
Have the same naivety...
But a completely diverse savour.
I used deception,
In order to get them into a condition, of anxiety
When they turned,
I dashed my teeth into the skull.
Screaming. Shouting.... Laughing,
As I experienced this taste, I had searched for
So tender so soft...
No cooking involved, I had adapted to
This very acquired taste.
Off the legs I fed, arms
Back, face. Spare no meat...
This taste so acquired, so tender.
I felt powerful.
But I knew my day would end sometime.
The little boy, strolling
'Come over here', ' I have something for you'