Human Stew with Coke, version B

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“Human Stew with Coke, version B”

I crave my human stew,

I lust after my coke.

In the morning when I wake

I run into a yolk.

Now this makes me hungry,

And thirst ravages my bones,

I stumble to the pantry,

Cold, naked, and alone.

“Alas” the hold is empty

with no food to be found,

So I catch a bus to Luminy,

and begin to prowl the ground.

I spy a mutt to hunt

and begin a stealthy prowl

I dive in for a K9 supper

But am turned by an angry growl

Setting my sights on something trimmer

I stow along a rocky path

There I woo a young lady

With a dazzling display of math

Quickly I knock her in the head

And stick her in a sack

With famine in my stomach

To my pad, my prey, I pack.

Back in my violet kitchen

I prepare my bouillabaisse

Chopped onions, potatoes and carrots

Joined by a green curry paste

In a scare my morsel has awoken

And escaped the nap sack

Honestly, I am shocked

By her large and perky rack

Not to falter in the face of desire

I reach for my flesh cleaver

But as I take a swing

Her eyes lock on her eater

Before the killing blow is landed

She covers me with kisses

With resolve completely disbanded

I sink into a swirling oasis

And joyfully exclaim

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I had my human stew

And chased it with a coke

(2003)