I AM THE BUTCHER!
Meat. I make meat, meaty.
Meeting meat with a meat cleaver.
I greet the meat.
Could be pig feet.
Covered in sugar for the sweet treat.
You could have a meat kiesh?
I stand in a puddle of pig cocks. Soft and warm all around my toes.
Where the feet ends and the cocks begin no one knows.
Like sweat in the rain.
NICE TO MEET YOU, MEAT YOU. MEET ME NEAR THE MEAT! MEAT AND GREET!
Monday 21 December 2009
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