Upon the table lies a feast
A feast fit for a beast
Plate upon plate of a mystery meat
For us a revolting dish, for him a feast
Carcass upon carcass
Human corpses pile in an alarming mass
None are cooked the blood runs free
Next upon the table is you and me
Mothers, daughter, fathers, and sons
Are eaten quickly they're the lucky ones
Pimps, prostitutes, gigalos, and whores
Are eaten slowly, enjoyed, the bones scattered across many floors
Screams erupt as the main dish is carved
The cannables stare hungrily, as if they were starved
The meal passes in seven courses
With each course there is a pile of twenty corpses
The dessert is served oh what a treat!
Dead Children are served over ice cream with whipped cream on their feet
The meal finnaly closes and those who survived go to bed
As a late night snack one takes a severed head
~Authors Note~
Kinda solves the question of how cannablism spreads don't it?
First Cannable poem inspired by Anthony Hopkin's movie "Silence of the Lambs." Always adore his sick and twisted movies can't wait to finnally get "Fracture."
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My friend calls me a Cannable x3.