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Piece me, piece me, piece me for the pot Piece me, minced love me or love me not
Some like it raw others like it boiling hot So put on the kettle, seize it now this lot What where the spices, I think I forgot Hasten with the salt before they can rot
Keep my little hands in your sweet lap When I come back I will give you a tap And take them back for knuckles to rap These hands of mine resist, they do slap They were yours, a gift, love flow you a tap For a little while, wayward, foolish mishap
This is love in disguise it comes and departs No technical war, no play, no martial arts This is love in pieces, this is love for all hearts It oozes from all of these mine cut body parts The cuts are still deep, the feeling just smarts It goes and it comes and I wince when it starts
Hasten your step, I will show you this mine way Come, enter this fridge and take what you may Take one piece or two, greed you’ll now display I will not watch you though the rest of it I’ll sway It wasn’t your doing this mine meat you didn’t slay Heartened you might as well use it for it will decay
Piece me, piece me, piece me try to please me Piece me, fleece me, you’d never amuse me Piece me, piece me, piece me and tease me Watch it I bleed you turn red if you squeeze me Oozing a mass of flesh, blood and bone so slimy Dark red on snow white, the look of it so grimy
When they come to you for minced love to send Try as you may for your arms to close and fend Off from you this vile dark foe it’s not a friend More body parts he’ll come and ask you to blend Someday he’ll come the prince who will mend Or maybe it will just be the one who’ll pretend
He isn’t the one that you thought God had sent For you and your poor aging heart that you spent Tirelessly waiting no dark death did you resent As clocks ticked slowly and time by you just went Shaking your head you thought it was not meant To be this way, while another piece you present
So many before you had come here and just stole A small piece of hand, a mind, a heart, some soul Earlier coming, you would have found me whole But now, alas, a bone, a leg, a hand and a mole But those you will take too and pile up some coal This Barbecue is waiting grab you a lost dole
Piece me, piece me, piece me, try to appease me The pieces I have cut, you cannot try to freeze me Hark now you strayed, have been followed by HE Whose name we shall not voice, leave it mystery Slackening your pace you allowed him to get thee To the source of my pieces he’ll come and cut free
Hunger it comes sharp but out suddenly it will flow And gaunter the cheeks and much tighter the brow Darkness arrives there comes its darker shadow Waning little light fading out where is your glow? These pieces of mine take them to tell and show And then lay them down to be covered by the snow
Rejoice there is more left in where this came from As soon as we see that to this feast you have come Invoking the tribal meal, we’ll beat you some drum A piece for joy, a piece for love, a piece for tedium Take it all spiced or just salted with water or rum Tasty morsels invoke music as you chew and hum
I watch you chew and eat a meal so nightmarish Your features twisted they’ve turned all ghoulish A cheek a shriveled heart, they taste like some fish All morsels of choice nothing to throw, no rubbish On you chew and chew with most tasteless relish Chew and then pass around the remains of the dish
Piece me, piece me, piece me and much unease me Some do it well up high, while others so carelessly Leaving fragments of bone marred jutting ungainly I watch the butcher, while he whistles the task gory Ye butcher pound away piece me and deep freeze me And when time comes, defreeze and release me.
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