Jars

My jars, wonderful jars, each labeled and stowed

Beneath the cellar floor where not a soul would ever know

Preserved my sustenance to last the entire winter long

These jars, my precious meat brined and pickled cuts of human beef

Row after row, a pantry full of enemies

Maintained and organized, a vast collection dear to me

Each one a toy of mine. I revisit them when I should eat

With zeal I recollect that very moment of their defeat

Salting and curing every piece for my flesh feast

(In jars) vessels immaculate, cylindrical and clean. (their heads in jars)

The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?

Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)

Their facial features warp, the laughter never ends. My foe, I win

My jars innumerable, incalculable my pride

Trophies of my love to hunt taken to such egregious heights

Each one encapsulates a visage of that fateful night of those who have met their end by my ever still and sharpened skinning knife

Brown sugared long pig, what a treat

Obscenely orgasmic to eat

For this scrumptious family recipe, I've saved you a seat

(In jars) vessels immaculate, cylindrical, and clean (their heads in jars)

The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?

Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)

Their facial features warp, defiled unto no end again I win

Row after row, a pantry full of enemies

Maintained and organized, a vast collection dear to me

8-17-05, This collegiate girl did kick and fight

The next sow bled september 9th, plucked from her tracks, out like the tide

(In jars) vessels immaculate, cylindrical, and clean (their heads in jars)

The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?

Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)

Their facial features warp, defiled unto no end again I win