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I want to be a killer chef
with the skill to dispel your insides
lay them on a platter
and serve them chilled to a party of five
they wont believe the taste of the day
i'll say that it's foreign

Specialty
a dash of spice and your heart is on fire
like a seasoned steak of sorts
everybody loves what i serve up

they beg a heaping helping of more
I smile and nod and it arrives through the door
a beautiful bouquet of human life
being devoured by the living breathing human death
i smile as they call for the bill
and a styrofoam container for the left over liver
a doggy bag for dismembered pieces piled upon the biggest plate
they charge the bill and then they leave
its time to cook again
at my fancy restaurant with body bags in the back