Your Poetry Dot Com - Mason Hung Presents Blood Shed Due

I was out till about twelve thirty last night
Just looking up at the moon
When a bird was heard singing a verse
From a curse called"Blood Shed Due"
This strange tune imprisoned my visions
And strengthen my appetite
But not for a plate of pork or steak
I was craving for human life
How sweet human meat might taste
If served up with a side
Of a Mexican chick with African hips
And slanted chinese eyes
Cut off the scalp, remove the skin
And take out all the bones
Bake at three hundred fifty degrees
And eat until all of it is gone
Scrape your plate, take out the trash
And beware of exotic foods
Because sticks and stones might break your bones
But tonight there's Blood Shed Due...........

WRITTEN BY MASON HUNG

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