Bring The Slaughter To Your Daughter

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Jerry Lee Lewis “Meatman”

What does one do when their progeny strays
With the fruit of their loins set upon by decay
Displaying a craving for fresh meat and cruor
Unhealthy desire to inhabit the sewer

One father was open to such fraught suggestion
Wished to assist in his daughter’s digestion
What started with steak soon ballooned to raw flesh
Offal so putrid it moved him to wretch

Each day a fresh victim was tossed on the platter
No seasoning proffered or requisite batter
Just flesh from the bone rack with gristle remaining
No need for slow roasting, she wasn’t complaining

He shoveled it in with a lack of prepare
Dragging slack carcasses back to her lair
She slathered each femur, consumed every scrap
Twas little more mean than the stench of her crap

She wouldn’t be choosy or mindful of weight
So long as more body parts dropped on her plate
Fresh eyeballs plucked were her lychees to suck
Using sinew to floss any food that got stuck

Mouthwash could never hope freshen this palate
Too much rancid flesh tenderized by his mallet
His little girl may have been somewhat unruly
But despite his best self he still cherished her truly

This couldn’t proceed, for his guilt was intense
Besides, the police had begun to see sense
With net closing in, he left too many clues
Three dozen lost skins was too many to lose

Each victim donated and every corpse plated
Was never enough for a bloodlust unsated
He’d given her life, now felt due to extinguish
All sentiment died as his duty relinquished

He chose his cruel tool and prepared for the slaughter
This vile wretched freak was no longer his daughter
One club to the head with a tear in his eye
No blessing caressing in seeing her die

He sat by her corpse for a week maybe longer
In a state of deep guilt, with no will to grow stronger
Ironically starved amidst so much fresh meat
For this vegan, twas quite simply nothing to eat


Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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  1. “Each day a fresh victim, every morning a platter,
    No seasoning needed or requisite batter.
    Just flesh from the bones, with gristle remaining,
    No need to slow roast, she wasn’t complaining’
    My favorite part. Awesome!

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