When an airplane crashes in the mountains,
When people are stranded in the desert,
Survivors can’t find water fountains;
Their mouths are very dry, their stomachs hurt,
So people get desp’rate. They have no choice:
It’s eaten or be eaten; be killed or kill.
So they have to eat their friend, whose last voice
The cannibal hears will haunt them with chill.
The friend is quite dead, it is time to feast,
But the killer is appalled by eating flesh.
Harsh conditions force humans into beasts,
And it’s best to eat it while it’s still fresh.
When you’re forced to take a bite of him,
Know that is ‘survival’ cannibalism.
 Pixelation Hallucination · Sat Jan 24, 2009 @ 11:24pm · 0 Comments |
