rare

i ain’t no vegetarian

 

smell of burnt

 

fat & flesh

 

drooling, craving, dripping

 

slam me a slab

 

of bloody Betsy

 

on my plate she pools

 

knife & fork tools

 

slap down the napkin

 

& devour

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