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With a hunger for meat that would make hearts swoon.
From tender steak to ribs in a pile,
He’d devour each bite with a satisfied smile.
He’d feast on the grill, the sizzle, the flame,
Each cut of beef, it called his name.
Bacon and sausage, chicken galore,
He’d munch and he’d chew, and then ask for more.
His plate never empty, his appetite vast,
Each meal he devoured was a meal that would last.
He’d savor the brisket, the burgers, the roast,
And tell you the flavor, he loved it the most.
Through summer and winter, no matter the time,
This man’s love for meat was an art so divine.
A legend was born, from grill to the feast,
The white man who thrived on his carnivorous beast.
I'd be standing on Canal
and Bowery
You'd be standing next to me
Know your body song, never been so down this long
Yer life, with all certainty, is as valuable as a dirty vermin. I'm gonna poison ye, yer gonna keep comin' back, I'm gonna clean me ship, yer gonna keep comin' back, why? Because ye keep smellin' me food, ye worthless dirty scallywag.
Yer gonna give me tail 'till yer hanged. Yer purpose in life is to be obsessing over me daily. Yer purpose in life is to be in your tiny little sailor ship obsessing over a man daily.
Yer life is NOTHING. Ye serve NO PURPOSE. Ye should hang yerself NOW. And give some other sailor a piece of that air and that sea so we can travel all over this godforsaken world. Because what yer here for? To worship me? HANG YERSELF. And I mean that with the certainty of mine- no, of me whole crew.