I trembled as they cut me into strips
With a sharp edged knife and a wooden grip

I knew it was the end
Or maybe even a new beginning
I saw it in their faces
All of them eager and grinning

At last, I was in a new home
With a crowd of people around
But still so alone

So lost, so scared
What will happen to me now
I could see it in his eyes
That man was on the prowl

He took me to his home
I couldn’t believe my eyes
His mouth started to foam

It burns, it burns
Please make it stop
I heard in the distance
“Can I have some pops”

They gathered around one by one
They taste of bacon, ahh so yum

By Michael Viafora

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