ONE MAN’S MEAT

Quiet now my lovely
Embrace my knife’s caress

Now to really start my work
Place the blade between her breasts

Neatly slice the torso
Deftly cut away the flesh

Pulling glistening coils of
Gut to lie snakelike on her dress

They wonder why I do it
Much speculation by the press

They think a surgeon is their man
Perhaps a prince no less

I’ve written them a letter
I feel I should confess

Jack does it for the fun dear
For the thrill – it’s just the best

Carole Bone

Getting away with Murder ;-)