YES, YOU

Come and get me, show me the insides of my body, what makes me tick…

Cut out my heart and show it beating to me before my very eyes,

remove my brain and cut my belly put inside – funny weight problem!

Cut my hands off and toast my fingers, eat them snitzels

in gravy made from skin on my back.

Put my tattoos on a lampshade to preserve my body art,

give it to my children to gaze upon with awe.

What will you do to me when I am in pieces?

My soul in Hell, you in Heaven with blood on your hands?

Fry my muscles as a fire cooked steak and celebrate

my life in what I once was.