No Waste Of Flesh

Reconstructing that corpse was

An hard exploit, for an expert corpse rebuilder too.

A severe incident had maimed the body,

But it had to be undamaged,

Clean, and made-up for the funeral.

He always found the positive side in his work.

He was disgusted by death, making victims everyday;

God gave him many dead, it wasn't right they

Became food for vermins, thus, from many years,

He had been carrying at home the most

Fresh prices of flesh. He ateem with gluttony,

Watching his loved sado-movies.

He was fat as a stinking swine,

His yellow sickly sticky sweat dripped

From his forehead and his armpits.

To masturbate he had to heave his limp belly,

To content his little penis

He kept at home a collection of pussies.

His wife was jealous, but she didn't dare

Asking for divorce, as some mutilated dick

Was pleasant for her too.

In this way they gave vent their heavy sexual

Repressions. When his wife, worn out

By menopause and mutilated dick

Was complaining about her queer

Conjugal life, he usually said:

"no waste of flesh"