Running On Borrowed Time

"Listen, Vinny, you've got it all wrong,
I'd never steal an ounce from you dawg!
Please, please, just untie my wrists,
Settle down guys, let's talk about this-"
"No more talkin'!" Barked Vinny at once,
"Sammy! Tie off, then boil this dunce."
"Y-yessir!" Stuttered sammy, all in a flurry,
He began tourniqueting my leg in a hurry.

"Wait! fellas, please take off these restraints,
You're gonna kill me, over what, chump change?
I'm way more useful alive, you know that-"
"Shut up!" Vinny yelled, cracking me with a bat.
The whole room went black, but I lit right up,
When they lowered my leg in that boiling tub.

Now I let out the most shrill of sounds,
At first not recognizing my own howls,
But quickly learning the true sense of pain,
As my whole leg boils and I go insane.
I kick and fight and foam at the mouth,
But try as I might, I'm just not getting out.
Momentarily, I lose all feeling,
But that doesn't stop me from puking and reeling.

They pull out my leg, but I've lost sensation.
I stare at the shriveled, boiled deflation.
"Heh, would you look at that, it's well done."
Vinny laughed as I sat, stunned.
"Alright, now Sammy, apply some butter."
"Y-yes boss, I-I'm on it!" He nervously stuttered.
He begins rubbing butter all over my leg,
Once again I scream out, reacquainted with pain.
"Alright Vinny, that's good enough, we're leaving.
Now make sure to leave him his favorite seasoning."

"So what, you're just gonna leave me here to starve?!"
"Of course not kid,  we left you both arms.
To run on borrowed time, you need both feet.
So we'll leave just one, Bon Appétit!"