Metzger

Slippery sausage intenstines squish
Beneath my bloody fingertips
Eye candies pop beneath my teeth
Around my neck a bicuspid wreath
A borrowed cap of red-brown hair
Sits nestled upon a scalp that's bare
A heart floats gently in a pot
The water slowly boiling, hot
Eat your heart out, yes I shall
Only it's not mine, but please don't tell
I'll take your tongue out anyway
Eat it up raw or flambeed
Oh dinner guests come for a treat
I shake your hand and test the meat
Skulls make perfect Halloween props
And those organs sell nicely at butcher shops
Your finger bones and arms and legs
Work well as racks and coon-cap pegs
Soft skins make wonderful sheets for beds
While extra parts await use in my sheds
As I paint a canvas of carnage and wrath
Beware when you walk up my garden path
And knock upon my blood red door
(And no, the paint's not from a store)
I smile my crocodile grin
And let the unsuspecting in