I prepare myself for this night’s rounds
To fetch ingredients for my latest plate
The fundamental piece for my creation
Only the finest
Only the thinnest
Cutlets
Plunging into this suburban neighborhood
Sacking these homes searching for the primal food
The tenderest cuts for the secret marinade
It’s the perfect blend of madness and hate
Sharpened knives so no one can stand in my way
I’ll take the lot tonight, no matter who I have to slay
The marinade awaits
Imparting flavor – the neighbors can’t wait
The carvers knife makes short work
Of those who cannot grasp
The depth of flavor that I crave
No one to stop me now
Old Johnny with the cleaver
Susan with the paring knife
At last we fill our basket
Tonight’s feast will be vast
My fellow enthusiasts
May I have your attention
Tonight’s meal consists of my greatest perversion
Long pork belly from Harry
Short ribs from little Timmy
Along with Karen’s greatest assets…
You might say tongue and cheek!