• On a beautiful morning
    A cheerful man wake up
    Sleep in his eyes
    Shoulders was tense
    He stood on the rundown carpet
    And walked down fragile staircase
    He entered the murky kitchen
    Went straight to the shiny refrigerator
    He opened it
    There something wrap in foil
    It was dripping blood
    Right next to it was regular container
    It hold two white balls
    He took them both
    And place them on the worn out table
    After that he went through the tiny shelf
    He brought down a blacked frying pan
    He layed it on stove
    The stove light up like a firecracker
    Soon he slowly unwrap the foil
    He had a evil smirk
    He sees a human hand
    A female hand
    He drops it in a fry pan
    The heat made the hand sizzle
    When the hand was just right
    He took it and place it on greenish plate
    He sliced the thumb and chewed rapidly
    Trying to get every last taste
    Next he opened the container
    And grabbed a blue eye ball like a hungry dog
    He eats it and give a big swallows
    Then he points at you
    He said
    Want some breakfast?