Girl, I want to carve you up
like a Christmas ham,
put my glaze on you
with a cherry on top.
You be lookin so good
the whole FAMILY want a piece.
And I’d roast you bone in,
know what I mean?
I wanna serve you up
on a god damn cornucopia,
laid on a bed of garnish,
parsley down and sage pillows
like you were the mother. fucking.
QUEEN of ham!
and you know I’d savor that flesh,
treasure every taste of you,
slidin’ down my throat all slinky-like,
you sexy little meat stack,
till you are just sugar, Sugar,
for my mitochondria
to eat.
right.
up.