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It's Not Chicken...

Killer started cutting
Wearing rubber gloves and mask
He was afraid of nothing
Bending to his task

Cooking kills the virus
He thought with so much glee
Here is another minus
Of a rapist on a spree

I'll cut him up and stash him
Freeze him all in bags
He cut the thigh from shin
Wiped up the blood with rags

Now, in the freezer I'll find space
And keep the bestest parts
I'll just dispose of all this waste
Though it breaks my heart

With the cooking and the storing
The radio playing rock
It kept the work from being boring
As he worked around the clock

His faithful dog Anubis
Snapped up a gobbet thrown
He licked that nose of his
Blinked his eyes that shone

Well, we will be all stocked up
Plenty of things to eat
He sips the blood from his cup
Throws another piece of meat

The table is all clean
The rapist all packed away
Oh, what fun it's been!
Let's call it good, for another day

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Actually, human meat is supposed to taste like pork, that's why in the South Pacific, they call it "Long Pig,
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a real Hannibal Lester. But why a rapist, not a sadist, or other similar sort.. somehow I don't associate rapists as cannibals. Perhaps necrophiliacs?
The mention of "the virus" needs to be much more explored or not at all.
The poem kinda starts in the middle of the story as "killer" then becomes rapist. I think the poem might add a lot of detail. In this case, more is good.

In the end of the Fellini Version of Satyricon, the poet Eumolpus, who has gained a fortune, lies dead wrapped up like a mummy. In his last will, he wrote that all named can have their share of his fortune provided they eat his corpse. I noticed most were having to chew quite a lot to before swallowing. Sounds like a lot cheaper than a regular funeral or cremation...

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

is a cannibal, that eats bad people. He is not the rapist. I guess that you have not read many of my Killer works.
He kills and eats murderers, rapists, and pedophiles and other really bad people. I sometimes forget that some people here don't know Killer. He has been a staple of my writings ever since the first days. If you have a mind to. you might try reading these by me: Cold cuts, And He Smiled and The Killer Family Dinner. ~ Geezer.

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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

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