I would like to cordially invite you to dinner.


Goblets filled with putrid blood,


Soup of bile and teeth,


What a scrumptious meal for such a sinner.


I must remind you, that it is formal.


Soufflé strung with hair and dusted with skin,


Salad dressed in mercury,


There is pepper, if you’d like.


I request that you do not invite another, for this is a private event.


The main course is simply exquisite, 


for it is your revolting, shriveled heart.


Guests are served first, of course.


I await your arrival with ambrosial anticipation.



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