Deep in the butchery Spurs a concoction of human innards Sauteed and boiled with poultry and swine The stench is unbearable Twitching, severed, lifeless To be ground into filler Grade D yet edible Innocent you lie-the stench wont die! In bloody piles of swine-my god, the stench! Blistered and cauterized-stench of burnt flesh! Of bovine and swine-and sapien rinds Intestines and fatty tissue swept aside, theres more In line to die