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Butcher's Block

I took the help wanted sign away as I entered the doors  
No one noticed me locking the doors to the grocery store  
The manager was found and I assured him that I was over qualified  
The job was for a butcher, I assure him I could filet and butterfly  
There was a simple test that he wanted to observe and inspect  
So I decapitated the old butcher and began to dissect  
I promised nothing but one butcher is going to be needed in this bitch  
Just let me operate the meat market and I'll make your ass rich  
Penny pinchers walking the aisles looking for sales all alone  
With me as your butcher and not a hacker, just watch me debone  
Coupon motherfuckers hanging with hooks in their backs  
Are trimmed like lambs and packaged as racks  
Skin ripped and shredded, the crackling has to be made  
This bitch was a vegan and so the sausage is displayed  
Use the intercom an announce a sale on boxed meat  
This is my way to get rid of heads, hands, and feet  
Hell let's cut so shit up, hahaha, stew meat and flank steak  
Take that neck and spine, and make neckbone and backbone for goodness sake  
Children playing alone in the aisles when everyone's looking for a deal  
Just watch me scoop their young asses up and package them up as veal  
Fully gutted nothing is getting forgotten or waste  
Fucking intestines stuffed as sausages with a dick and vagina taste  
All of the innards, kidneys, livers, and hearts scooped up and thrown in  
The blood is for the blood sausage, so that's in a separate bin  
Everyone's flocking to the store after hearing about the big sales  
But I must be careful least they hear of past employment tales  
Of how the meat markets began to smell as blood ran down the aisles  
Of how the cleaver and knives whined as the new butcher smiled      
No, no, don't revert back and yet keep the freezer packed  
Show those shoplifters how a real fucking butcher reacts  
I heard in a dream that the store will need a manager soon  
I heard from the cleaver that our current manager wont see noon  
With all of this new business and yet my check isn't right  
I have put this sale off for to long it has taken all of my might  
As he entered the meat market a mere lamb ready for slaughter  
By noon as the cleaver predicted, he was packaged for sale upon the altar  
Written by I_IS_ME
Published | Edited 25th Oct 2023
Author's Note
Don't trip, just Halloween Shit
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