Suspicious Chunks

a hatchet is employed to chop and dice

cleaving meat from bone

with a sickening slice

butchered and bagged with expert skill

so the neighborhood bums can get their fill

curdled fat and spetic bowels

are filler for our graveyard chow

our prices are dirt cheap

for premium cuts of meat

and you're in denial

about just what it is that you eat

human limbs in a grinder, shoved

extruding manburger, a cut above

reeking torsos hang on hooks

too rotten to sell, they're kept for looks

the spoils of the night before

are set to dry upon a rack

the cheese that forms in rotting fat

we spread on crackers for midnight snacks

the feet of stillborn babies

are poached in boiling chyme

a shot of formaldehyde, on the rocks

does the trick everytime

our slaughterhouse is bathed in blood

steaming organs slowly bake

eviscerated bodies swing

exposed vertebrae break

ribs are spiced and barbecued

sent to market in cripsy hunks

the townsfolk are none the wiser

as they dine on suspicious chunks

our botulism soup caused quite a scare

and the tainted mince pies

may have been a little rare

but all in all our meat is of the highest quality

we get it from the rich part of the cemetery

purple brains adorn their plates

our ghoulish goulash sure tastes great

bladders filled with bootlegged gin

pickled tongues in rusty tins

and if they have no taste for those;

eyeballs stuffed with pimentos

into our meats, each penny sunk

these fools devour suspicious chunks