1

Give me a munch and give me a crunch:
Table for lunch, alone with me.
You will see what business
Your fishnets provide for me.
Use my perspiration for my preparation:
Without hesitation my information
Is not lost in translation, but in this situation
Where I am dinner, with your participation.

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Gore and vore and pepper galore!
Season me – the reason to be
That I am food. Not treason, this be,
Just cheese in me stomach!
A flavour that’s added 
And fuck, aren’t you glad it
Was me that has realised I’ve had it?

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Suck on a toe? A finger? A nose?
With water I’ll grow, unless ‘tis cooked slow.
‘allo mr pepper! ‘allo mr salt!
Show what my flavour can grow 
To be! Sweet? Salty? Or savoury?
Food with no fee but my life and sanity:
But we are the friends to dine on my teeth;
My liver; My spleen; The toes on my feet.

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2

Vore! Vore! Perhaps something more
To come from the flavour released on the floor.
Knock.. Knock.. The police at the door –
Taboo? Perhaps.. But illegal, for sure?
My face on the hallway, my lungs in the bath,
My feet in the toilet, along with my calves.
They’ll find it here: you ate me alive.
And microwaved my kidneys with cumin and chives.