MeatFirst second,The girl who beckoned.Second minute,The man's foot in it.Third Hour,Looking Sour.Fourth Day,Add a babe.Fifth week,Fill your cheeks:Come and get it!Broth so red!Human meat!So Hot and So Dead.
LendingI will lend you my smile,I will lend you my eyes,I will lend you my style,I will lend you disguise,I will lend you my lips,I will lend you my hair,I will lend you my hips,I will lend you despair,I will lend you my spine,I will lend you my breath,I will lend you my mind,But you can keep my death.
Instructions"Do this. NO THAT!"Said the Old Man's, Old Cat,Muttering some directions few,Between the Growls and Groans and Spew..."Wash the windows!Oil The door!Scrub those plates--""Lick that paw?"I sarcastically intervene."Don't mock me, as if you're clean!And do not try to interpose!"It dejectedly spat as it wiped on it's nose."Go left,Go right,Do this later,Wait till night!Dust the shelves,Sweep the stairs,Order Books--!""Oh! I Do NOT Care!"I throw down my broom,Unaware,Of the old man's,Old cat's growing glare."I'm tired and weak!And you shouldn't speak!After all, you're a cat, anda crap one at that!"
FacelessI am the man without a faceWho saw the woman all dressed in lace"Sing me a song" She said to me,So I sang a short, sweet melody,She listened and shortly cried,And something deep, within her died"Sing me a song" She said to me,And I hummed a loving, deeper tune,She laughed aloud, and she grew,And what had died, returned, re-newed.I am the woman without a faceWho saw the man with incredible grace"Sing me a song" He said to me,So I sang him a song of great melancholyAnd he sank in his chair, his head in his hands,