I will put him in a jar with razors
and shake him into tomato paste.

Gone forever on the glass
and splattered on the lid;
poured over angel hair
and conglomerations of flesh.

I will eat my meal
and call it all my fill.
I will proudly belch and moan
and smile at the stars.

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