Renfield Factor


 Lovely fly on the wall

I hear my dinner call

No need to fret
My tasty little pet
O come my beauty
I feel it my civic duty
Nothing to waste
Broil and baste
Spiders and roaches
Silently approaches
In my prison tower
I’ll happily devour
Pulling wings
Grinding up things
Chef's special inviting
Anticipation so exciting
Nothing to compare
As aromas fill the air
I’m not insane
Just bugs on the brain
Maggots and leeches
Like mommy dearest preaches
Loving the taste
Of insect paste

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