Blood, for me, tastes just like wine
It's thick and sweet and so divine
It runs in all the sapien swine
And all their flesh shall soon be mine
I lure them to me with charm and kind
They fall for me in little time
Their view of me is quite benign
I love my prey. That is no lie
I shut the door and close the blinds
I scan my meat. It looks so fine
I move to take what now is mine
Cannibalism, my awful crime
Wesley Mincin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fresh-meat/
