DON’T COME HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS…

I grovelled and I begged for my life

But

You

Kept

On

Slicing

You couldn’t hear my silent squeals of pain

You made sure of that

i was burnt to the the perfect crisp

And shown me off with pride at your table

It was time

Happy Thanksgiving! (Don’t come home for the holidays!)

Time for the first bite…can you feel the rancid bile

Flooding out of your mouth like a wave

Are you nervous?

Yes, there is more to come

I forgot to mention the chef’s special ingredient

You’ll be next on the table

Wait!

Before the light leaves your eyes

What are you thankful for?

PasopNegra