Iv got a uncontrollable hunger
Vegan pasta wont cut the mustard
Give me something to satisfy my guts
Delia smiths
Dirty kebab
The stench of flesh on her breath
As she turns around and says
Pick the bones out of that
Rip the meat off that bone
Thats not to say I wont feed you to the pigs
Thats not to say I wont tenderise your head
Take a look inside my pantry every surface
Kept clean
Pass the salt
Your next
On the spit
Flame grilled
Your not a person I could rely on skinny around the thighs
But delicious and nutritious none the less
Carved to the bone no morsal left to waste
Your final orderve