"Poets"

I slap raw meat with a hammer

and feed it to my children.

I tell them it's because I love them,

kind-of like waking from a sedative-induced sleep.

I must have been groggy,

since I started eating my child's fingers.

It didn't whimper, or bleed water.

So, I started talking about sodomy,

and people really liked that.

Provided their own quips in response

and hungrily slapped each others backs.

Be sensitive, I am, I think,

but I can still lash out at others I don't know personally,

and my friends,

they really, really like that.