Smiles

I wonder if you know yet that we will kill you,

Peel away your flesh for our satisfaction,

Stuff you into your own intestines, roast you, fry you, bake you,

With very little regard to who you were, or what you dreamt or how you felt.

I wonder if when you see us you are aware of our malicious intent,

And although we pretend to love you,

Feed you, gawp at you and laugh when you snort,

We are your inevitable death,

Well I'm sorry little piggy, but you ARE going to the market, while I go all the way home.. alone