Cannibal chief

 
Three college nobody's whose body's will end our recent food shortage.

Starving children who miss the taste of piss soaked legs and the sight of dirt covered arms being rosted.

Our jungle home becomes a place for festival when the smell of grad students fill the air.

Kidney stir fry,liver soup that will keep my people fed for the next month.

As chief I get the choice of the most delicious parts but I've given that honor to my wife in exchange for the pleasure of hacking limbs form torsos.

Quivering Limbs holding on to other limbs for comfort the moment my bone powdered face comes into sight.

The first to scream is the last to see their friends faces as we lick and groap them.

A primal scream ripping through the woods as we rip their organs from them.

By the end of the day our stomachs are full and the ground is litterd with the leftovers of those who should have never left home.