The butcher

Tie me up

And leave me to wither

After slipping through you arms

Like a snake I slither

Bewildered by your strapping charms

Strap me to the butchers bench

Cut me up

Elegantly by composition

Or tear my flesh

As a reflection to my opposition

Shake me up

Hang me to the wall

This we do not know

Yet this is how we fall

Have a taste of my bloody tears

Running down my open sore

Or be greedy and have a bite

Satisfy your lust for gore

Feast and sloth

Till I am no more