Yes, I am flattered, <br />but not enough <br />to spare you, little shit, <br />a roach of any <br />colour smells, and looks <br />just as disgusting, <br />do not, please, <br /> try to persuade <br />or sway opinion <br />of the community, <br />no way, we need <br />to do away with <br />scum like you. <br />I realise that <br />your own taste <br /> was similar <br />to that of mine, <br />but no regret <br />and no delay, <br />I smacked <br />the living daylights, <br />yes, it is trite, <br />but nonetheless, <br />you were quite dead <br />when I was done <br />and never will <br />partake of mine, <br />the breaded veal <br />in cutlet morsels <br />it's all for me <br /> and not for you. <br />But, trust me <br />little motherfucker, <br />I do believe <br />from observation, <br />that you were full <br />and satisfied, <br />from that one piece <br /> that I found missing. <br />I would not want, <br />it is the truth, <br />let any enemy of mine <br />go out in style <br />but fiercely hungry.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-night-in-the-kitchen/
