A Pale Roux

A pale roux of the dead along with a trinity bubbling away in a pot
All intended to simmer away a menage of human livers, kidneys, and hearts
This one was so worth the fucking killing, so many times over
A total health fanatic, I could tell by looking those internal organs over

The aroma was flowing through the house, up and down the block
Passerbys slowed their steps savoring the air, but I have all doors locked
While this little stew is bubbling away, I reminisce on how this little rabbit was caught
Hahaha gave her some seductive conversation, a few blunts and a couple of shots

I convinced her to return home with me, there's so much more to be got
At home we smoked out until she passed the fuck out on the couch
I picked her up and with her arms around my neck, I carried her downstairs
I laid her on a slab, strapped her down, and carefully removed all bodily hair

I only eat kosher, so this little one must be bled
A slice across each fucking wrist ensure this is her eternal bed
As she slowly bled out, I listened to a starving heart still trying to beat
I imagined erratic thoughts chasing each other around her mind, but to me she's just meat

So much healthy chops and steaks, ground burgers and sausages gracing my plate
The way that she cared for herself possibly meant that she knew her fate
She was a little on the thin side, I found myself looking for a wing as I dissected
Everything was processed and packaged, then put away after I_IS_ME inspected

While preparing a pot of rice to serve as a bed for my stew
I thought of later grinding her bones for my garden, this time while thinking of you
Another little rabbit lured by the vegetables in my garden, the temptation is oh so true
I have a powerful hankering for lamb simmered in a roux, but that dinner has to wait until you come through