Ode To Dinner

Ode to dinner

a shot gun to my head
pull the trigger and I'm dead
why am I the one
aimed at by this gun
wait I see another, oh no
this ones got a cross bow
if I die make it quick
yes I'm healthy I'm not sick

Ode to dinner

I must taste great
thats my leg you just ate
it's hard not to see
you biting into me
from hung up to tall
upon the plain white wall
I hope you enjoy this feast
you animal eating beast

Ode to dinner