The heaps of meat,

dance with me,

to the beat of the day.

 

The night sliced,

with many ‘a’ fight,

With options tried and true!

The gold all mine

and with plenty of time,

I eat under the moon!

 

Curse you all,

Curse my food!

Curse you wretched moon.

 

I consume the deathly chill,

I grow like hungry blight.

Oh, sweet let me eat,

I’m only hungry for you.