Mark Englander - A Dark Feast Lyrics

Still cranky from the lack of sleep
I twist my fin
Into a knot of agony
Swoosh

Aw, the hell with it

Lately
I've been thinking
That all men are cremated
Equally crisp
But my next door neighbor
Still smolders darkly
In his backyard grill pit
His dogs frantic in their slavering lust
To lick his charred flanks

"Dear grieving widow
Would you honor me
And stop by for a cup of tea?"
She wails and moans
But her pelvis stays slack
And canted downwards
It will be a chore
To get her to loosen up enough
To hurl a hump heavenwards

The specifics of our last conversation
Escape me
But I do remember calling you
An insatiable bitch
You replied with your usual goofy smile
And a frown
Forking morsels of your roasted hubby
Into your mouth

"But, my dear Rudolf, my purveyor
Of yummy-yummy
I do select my prey by their spread and heft
In the raw
After all, I just love to hear that gristly
Juicy pop
When they open up for my sanguine
Delectation..."