Within the bloodied kitchen
The object of my desire lays
I’m slicing
I’m dicing
Beside me, a cauldron boils over

I’m gona dish you in soon…
You won’t have to wait long…
I just need some more mincing…

No, you can’t mock at me?
No, you can’t…. YOU JUST CAN”T!!!
You’re catatonic my dear….
Don’t you fucking know???

Now you lifelessly lay
At the mercy of my slay
The only pathetic thing you could do,
Is to stain me crimson with your reeking blood

I lapped my liquid viscous fingers
Like a panting dog drinking its water
My previous melancholic mood
Erased by thoughts of you
That I rhapsodize over…

Rare??? Medium Rare??? Well Done???
I prepared this supper,
As though it’s my last.
I surveyed the carnage…
As I savored my grand culinary work.
And ya,… oh yes…
You taste best cooked in curry,
As I expected….